Caught Up With The Seasons


I mean, I watched the season finales of Extant and Top Of The Lake (I know – I’m late).
Halle Berry’s sci-fi pixie haircut in a slim can makes me want one too so badly.


And then there is Holly Hunter as a spiritual leader in Jane Campion’s crime drama miniseries. Her last monologue in the finale provides some comic relief:

“All you hear are your own crazy thoughts like a river of shit, on and on. See your thoughts for what they are. Stop your helping. Stop your planning. Give up! There‚Äôs no way out. Not for others, not for you. We are living out here at the end of the road, the end of the earth in a place called Paradise How is it going? Perfect? No. You are madder than ever.

You are tired? So lie down right here. Be like a cat. Heal yourself. There is no match for the tremendous intelligence of the body. Rest.

When is the next flight to Reykjavik? (Any route preference?) No, just get me away from these crazy bitches.”