The other night I had a dream. I was calmly about to be beheaded. Does anyone know what that means?
Other unanswered questions of mine here and there.
Actually more like “The truck driver, his friend, the baseball bat, the taxi driver and his gun”… all midday on a busy downtown street, in front of my office. As a passer by I could hurriedly walk faster, but what about the client in the taxi? What about the other people stuck in the rush hour? I am telling you, the traffic in Bucharest is literally driving some of us crazy.
And what am I doing? Well, fine! thank you for asking. I am driving to my folks to pick up my new car. Driving through scenic Romania, and making love to one’s boyfriend can be quite pleasant.
He is due tonight and I have to pretend I don’t care in the meanwhile.
So here you are some cultural sh!t. Been looking for a quote from Good Will Hunting. The one with the love and the wife and the fart, can anyone help?
I have given
Lost in Translation a
second fourth chance last night and I liked it. Finally! I think it helps it stopped being an in-flight movie, like it used to at the first two attepmpts, when I was falling asleep only to wake and watch the same frames again and again as the movies were on a loop. I have never been a fan of Sofia Coppola, but she does manage to justify some people opinion of Scarlett Johansson, girl next door turned sex symbol. And she has cellulites as well.
My movies-being-sick marathon has included:
Original Sin – another Angelina movie, or as the case might be, another Banderas movie. Unlikely pair, unlikely story, unlikely ending.
Trois Couleurs: Bleu – don’t try to watch somebody else’s favorite in hope you’ll learn more about the person. Illogical like the things we do when we are in grave pain. Stays on the list as remarkable. Especially liked a few scenes: being left outside your apartment seconds after turning a blind eye to a crime, or getting a cat to do your killing of the baby rats (is called “murder” any way you put it).
Gosford Park – brilliant cast, and dialogs, and definitely worth my time for the so Altman woven ideas and characters.
Atonement – perfect sound and photography, but unimpressive direction. I can only hope the book is better. I will note the perfect ending with Vanessa Redgrave. I have never bought the cheap idea of character continuity, whose was it anyway? Who wears their hair the same at different ages through an 80 years or so span?
Le temps qui reste – sad, French, believable, gay, in this order.
Twister – another Hollywood production packed with
special effects stereotypes and special effects, and sort of box-office cast. Use when you need to brainwash yourselves.
And, of course, Will and Grace, seasons 4 and 5, or as somebody puts it, Jackie and Kate. And I have an excuse, I was sick and stuck in the house, unable to read.