Bjork's Beloved Barney

I’m presented with at dilemma: to see the Cremaster Cylce or not to see. 1 and 2 are playing down the street this weekend. Curiosity is taking hold, but I have a horrible feeling that it’s going to be no better than porn: visceral images devoid of any purpose other than to sear themselves onto my brain. I’m all for being challenged, but this may be taking it too far. It’s a slight shift from the hesitation I would feel when I was young before watching a scary movie – not that I would be afraid to be in my house alone but that the grotesque knowledge I gained by watching endangered my spiritual safety. I already have the problem of thinking perverse thoughts at inappropriate times. I don’t know that I need to add fuel to that fire.