The Oregonian was a movie I first saw about a month ago.  It was so captivating, and horrifically haunting, but also very confusing.  I felt like I needed to talk about it to work it all out, but no one else had seen it yet.  Finally, I showed it to a friend, and we are not on the same page about it at all.

At that viewing, it was the fourth time in four weeks.  I wanted to really get it, so I thought about keeping up about once a week.  I decided I would watch it 50 times.

I really hope this doesn’t spoil anything for anyone, WATCH THE MOVIE FIRST!  I’m dating this at the end of 2013 (time of writing May 11th), so hopefully it will be the first post everyone reads at the top of my Tumblr, so they don’t spoil themselves.

I’m going to write abstractly, and focus a particular part or scene each time, or specific aspect of the movie each time.  I’ll save the end for the end of the 50 viewings, so people have time to see the movie, perhaps piqued by things in my blog.

My aim will not be critique.  I’m really not a film guy, I just love this movie.  I’d love it if you loved it with me, but I don’t expect it - it’s weird.  I’m weird. I don’t care if you hate it, or you disagree, I want to hear what your interpretation of it was, and you can read mine.  I will try not call you stupid for your opinions, so please be respectful of mine.

I’m a comedian living in New York City, and I find such an odd and morbid satisfaction watching this stranger’s strange journey to the end of the road.  I’m going to follow her.  Come with me!  I’ve planned a picnic by the road and - 

Oh, shit…