weekly digest: the cat got my tongue (or, well, my pen) this past week
the very little that happened at Flick Filosopher from Monday, April 22, to Sunday, April 28
As if I don’t have enough trouble dealing with my own nonsense, this past week a lot of distraction and worry came in the form of this fluffy ding-dong: Mister Moo, my housemate’s 15-year-old Persian cat, to whom I have gotten ridiculously attached in the four-plus years I’ve lived in my current home. (He seems quite fond of me, too.)
One morning early last week he was suddenly very wobbly in his back legs, and either couldn’t or didn’t want to put his weight on one of those legs. My first thought was maybe that he’d had a stroke. We took him to the vet, but there was no definitive diagnosis: it could be an arthritis flare-up, or perhaps he’d injured himself somehow. He was clearly distressed and in pain, and it was absolutely heartbreaking to see.
Since then, poor Moo has been mostly confined to my room, to keep him away from the stairs in the house, away from the marauding puppy who is desperate to be his friend, and actually in the house (he’s got a flap that in normal times he uses to come and go as he pleases, though these days he doesn’t go further than the small back garden). He’s been on an anti-inflammatory and an opioid, and he is, at least, now more his old gentle, cheerful self, and getting frustrated being imprisoned. He seems not to be in pain anymore, though he is still very wobbly, and it’s difficult to see if what’s going on is something that will heal, given the opportunity (another reason for the confinement), or if it’s something — like my own hip issues — that cannot heal without serious medical intervention. And at his age, such intervention would likely be more stressful than he should be put through.
I was prepared for the worst. I still am. I’ve been through this so many times in the past with my own pets, and it never gets easier and it’s never not horrible. And when I tell you that it slammed me right back into the grief I’ve been through in the past two years, with the deaths of my mom and my uncle (who was like another parent to me)… well. As I said to my housemate — who is a psychologist! — I’ve clearly got a lot of unresolved trauma rattling around in me.
I feel another of my essays about my mental health coming on, but I’ll save that for another day.
—MaryAnn
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new at flick filosopher, Apr 22–28
the beautiful 2021 British film ‘Nowhere Special’ finally gets a US theatrical release [pictured]
A good reason to sign up for either my Substack or my Patreon, to get a heads-up in situations like this… [read more]
curated cinema: because Harvey Weinstein can go f**k himself for a change
2020’s The Assistant is on Kanopy in the US, BFI Player in the UK (and on lots of other services on both sides of the Atlantic, too). [read more]
what I’m watching and bingeing
The Good Place [Netflix US/UK]: very my enjoying my rewatch…
Star Trek: Discovery S5 [Paramount+ globally; via Prime US, Prime UK]: it’s feeling a bit rote, and the whole 900-years-in-the-future thing doesn’t get enough play — like, it doesn’t feel much more futuristic than 23rd/24th-century Trek, and how is everyone not deeply traumatized to be so out of time? — but I love the cast and I’ll keep watching
The X-Files [Hulu US/Disney+ UK]: did not get back to this in the past week
Slow Horses S2 [Apple TV+ globally]: still haven’t gotten back to this…
coming up at Flick Filosopher…
tennis triangle Challengers
action romantic comedy The Fall Guy
road trip drama Bleeding Love, starring father and daughter Ewan and Clara McGregor
queer parody The People’s Joker
Dev Patel’s directorial debut, Monkey Man
lesbian crime romance Love Lies Bleeding
And I have not forgotten about these:
Ava DuVernay’s Origin
Paleolithic thriller Out of Darkness
Andrew Scott in All of Us Strangers
the absolutely brutal The Zone of Interest
Paul Giamatti in Alexander Payne’s The Holdovers
Wonka, finally
Jeffrey Wright in American Fiction
based-on-fact family wrestling drama The Iron Claw
Joaquin Phoenix as Napoleon
Emerald Fennell’s Saltburn
Natalie Portman and Julianne Moore in May December
Priscilla’s problematic romance with Elvis
teen comedy Bottoms
Barbie, finally, for real, promise
murder mystery Anatomy of a Fall
tween classic onscreen Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret.
And more!
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Mr. Moo is gorgeous.
I went back to the last episode of S4 of Disco. I don't know why, I just couldn't persist. I agree with you on the future jump too - the show just feels so light weight somehow. I am going to try ep 1 of S5 and then if I'm not drawn in, I'm giving up.
Best wishes for Mister Moo - let him know that he has humans all over the world who love him!