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Last night I watched the movie Ink.
The premise is that at night we are visited by Storytellers, who give us dreams, or Incubi, who bring forth our worst nightmares. A battle between these forces ensues when a mysterious creature, neither Storyteller nor Incubi, Ink, steals the sleeping soul of a child named Emmma for his own needs.

Of course there's so much more to it, but I find movies of this type are better the less you know about them...

It's a beautifully little independent film in the tradition of Dark City, Donnie Darko, Pi, and Mirror Mask. Slow in parts, yes. But still, beautiful and worth watching. The score alone helped push me past my Nanowrimo count yesterday. I think it may be worth a purchase, both score and bluray when it comes out later this month.

This quote, by a the character Jacob (who there is not enough of in the film in my opinion), got under my skin.

One thing begets the next. A man has a weakness, he's flawed. That flaw leads him to guilt. The guilt leads him to shame. The shame he compensates with pride and vanity. And when pride fails, despair takes over and they all lead to his destruction. It will become his fate... Something's gotta stop the flow.

Of course, it might have something to do with that scene being my favorite of the entire movie... and totally worth watching the entire movie to get to. But that's me.

I like storytelling. I like myths. I like revelations in the chain of events...