Horrible. Right now eurotrash is supposed to be writing an article that was due a week or so ago, who’s keeping track anyway, but instead has been overtaken by the solita writer’s block. It’s been a few weeks now that the time change from lazing around all day in pyjamas, writing one sentence every few hours has suddenly turned into barely having 20 minutes to post a half-assed blog entry at the crack of dawn with St. Clair Pharmacy interrupting her train of thought and impeding her from exploring new phrases, syntax, vocabulary… etc., etc.

Last night, when she should’ve been writing, eurotrash dialled up Rogers on Demand to order a film she’s been wanting to watch ever since a trusted, fellow movie-buff told her it actually wasn’t a remake of what has become one of her favourite films, Fellini’s 8 1/2. So she spent last night with Guido Contini, the non-remake’s protagonist. Oh, and by the way, I’m talking about NINE if you didn’t catch on by now.

As the credits rolled I was suddenly inspired to write about all the things that 8 1/2 is that NINE is not and vice versa; to write about the nostalgic set design, the subtle differences between reality and fantasy, Guido and all the guys I’ve ever dated who aspired to be him… etc., etc., But alas, art and life become one as I face a writer’s block that won’t even allow me to write about two movies that are arguably, the visual manifestation of my very condition.

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