I’m in the movie

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I hope someday I get to meet the cinematographer for our taxi rides to clubs: great lighting effects, darkened neighborhoods fog neon jarring transition sirens surreal music or silence. Not the director, necessarily; I didn't care for the hack technique of having taxi-drivers give backstory to avoid later inconvenient voiceovers. ("well, after the dot-com crash of 2000, office space got a lot cheaper here. Some neighborhoods didn't get yuppified. But ya gotta wonder how long it will last, huh?") Present the ticket and in you go etc. etc. Banal but for the ample cinematography.

Versatile, too, because it was a perfect look for technofetish, noir, cyberpunk, cypherpunk, or "darkwave", angles drawn from German expressionism but with decades-worth acidwash of irony and distancing, colors tinged by pot or e or chocolate or occasionally other things. Modified as necessary; just as shrooms were kicking in on the way to see the Camper Van Beethoven reunion concert somebody went by on a scooter and knocked the mirror off, as the cab driver motioned angrily opened the door and gave chase! the lighting suddenly became very Dario Argento as the three of us sitting in the back seat looked at each other and the now-empty front seat.

Much better cinematography than for the 50s black-and-white dystopian sci-fi movie I spent a chunk of my time in. [Which is cheesy, really: rectangular layout, straightforward colors, clean lines (almost socialist-realism style); perfectly suited for coming out of an escalator at SFO and zooming in on the loudspeaker as it announces "current homeland security level yellow; homeland security level yellow".]

And the props are great, too -- all the details are well thought out. At the DNA Lounge, the ATM sometimes flashes revolutionary slogans: "SUBMIT! OBEY!" "SURPRISE, SURPRISE, THE GOVERNMENT LIES!" "The U.S. Constitution isn't perfect, but it's a lot better than what we have today."

I remember one night dancing, at <<<thump>>> or Atomic, thinking in a very tight loop,

"I'm in a movie."

"I'm in the movie."

"I'm in the movie."

"I'm in the movie."

And then realizing I was sharing the thought with several others: a transgender sex worker who was a regular there, and at least two women who seemed to me like they were slumming hotties (and I use the term respectfully -- one had a t-shirt saying "Hottie" so I think they would not object):

"We're in a movie."

"We're in the movie."

"We're in the movie."

"We're in the movie."