IT’S FUNNY THAT THEY STILL CALL IT ‘INTELLECTUAL’ PROPERTY
Watching the doll movie in Tirana
I sold myself out and went to a matinee the doll movie. My friend K. and I were dming and she told me: ‘Tirana is a [redacted] town.’ Later I was having lunch outside Skanderberg Square and saw a woman walk by in a pink pantsuit. I had been reading about nuclear waste and baseball and adultery for a few days. In my breaks I watched a couple of movies about the Second World War. And it’s disgraceful to be one of those critics who passes judgment on something without seeing it or reading it, even if you’re technically suspending judgment. The gender ratio of the crowd at the Millennium Kinema was about 40:1. Soundtrack featuring the national treasure. The experience was at least useful in gleaning some new words in Albanian from the subtitles. Po seems to mean Yes. I spent the coffee before the show rereading a sex scene between a waste management executive and a swinger at a resort conference center outside Los Angeles in the late 1970s. Would the dolls fuck? I wondered. The answer was not Po. How could it be?