Last night I went and saw Miranda July’s new film, The Future. It was beautiful in a funny and quirky and sad and strange and absurd and senseless sort of way. Much like life, except that in life I don’t often find that these things amount to beauty.

There’s just enough narrative to give the other various bits of plot and narrative some way to relate to each other, but not so much that one ever really is quite certain. There are other strange scenes and incidents mixed in; one doesn’t quite know what to do with them; they made as much sense as the retelling of a dream.

Some people do not enjoy that sort of thing. I do.

If, after that not-very-helpful review you want to try and see it, either wait for the DVD or go to http://thefuturetheaters.blogspot.com/ to look for theaters. You can find a trailer at IMDB, too. The trailer doesn’t tell the story any better than my words above but it is another way to talk about the movie without really explaining it. So which is more true?

So this morning, in going through my Amazon wishlist, I found a book that I’d put on there August 31, 2010: No One Belongs Here More Than You. I think that at this time last year, July’s website consisted of a series of images of writing on top of her fridge and stove. (Nope, that was the book’s website.) So, that’s getting borrowed from the undergrad library, Learning to Love You More is coming from the ‘tute (that’s the School of the Art Institute of Chicago – thank you, I-Share), and probably sometime I’ll borrow her other movie from Rentertainment.

I’m looking forward to it.