Was yesterday weird or what?
I don't know about you, gang, but that weird energy from the Toyota repair shop manifested all over the place yesterday. I had to keep reminding myself, throughout the day & evening, to relax and remove myself from all the confrontational vibe-stuff that was going on out there in the world. To not get caught up in any "escalations."
It was weird.
But I did have one Guinness and it was absolutely perfect. And now we move head-long into Good Friday, which is merely a heartbeat away at this point. I love Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Not that I believe in "The Resurrection" but I do believe in the resurrection of the Spirit on a daily basis, so the symbolism of this particular holiday means a lot to me.
On the movie front...
I did sort of watch Darby O'Gill throughout the evening yesterday; it was on in the background while I did other stuff, and I still think it's a really fun movie. Especially the wailing banshee part and when the death coach comes for Kitty but, to save his daughter's life, Darby gets into the coach instead. Great scenes. Of course it then makes me think of that great Pogues album, If I Should Fall From Grace with God. I love that album. And then of course it makes me think of their album, Rum, Sodomy and the Lash -- one of my favorite records of all time (along with Nick Cave's The Firstborn Is Dead. In terms of songwriting craft, truly, truly one of the very best records of all time. Along with Tom Waits' Rain Dogs, of course. Okey-doke, I seem to be digressing here at a rapid pace. Onward.)
All righty, so; movies. For the past couple mornings, Fluffy and I have been watching the fantastic Antonioni film from 1966, Blow-Up. I first saw this movie thirty-six years ago (!!) when I was 11 years old and at that point, it was hands-down the most provocative movie I had ever seen. I did not understand it one bit -- partially because it was edited for network prime time television, so snip-snip went the titties, the tushies, and the drugs-- but I absolutely loved it. I've seen it many times since then and I still love it, but it's nowhere near as provocative these days, even unedited. Still, wow: was London the place to be in the swingin' 60s, or what, gang??? Too fab!
We also watched My Life as A Dog recently, the Lasse Hallstrom classic. I love his films, too. How does he do that thing he does, where he captures a very hypnotic "visual feel"? I don't know how else to describe it, but I could watch his films forever. And sometimes I actually do. We also watched 2 Joan Blondell films from the very early 1930s, Night Nurse and Three On A Match. We watched part of Tokyo Drifter but found the subtitles impossible to read on the small TV screen and agreed that we will watch the rest of it at some point down in the family room, where the TV is much larger.
We suffered through Wonderland only because we love Val Kilmer and will watch him chew up the scenery in just about anything. (We also agreed that we would be willing to marry him because we simply don't have enough utter insanity in our lives right now, so if he's interested, he should contact Fluffy or me, post-haste.) (But seriously, can you imagine it? What if God came to you and said you have a choice; you have to get married and you have to choose between Val Kilmer and Gary Oldman and you have to choose now. Wouldn't that be, like, I don't know -- hell? They are both so gifted, such a delight to watch on screen, and yet I can't imagine spending even 60 seconds alone in the same room with either of them. Way too intense, even for me -- a woman who survived living with M. for 6.5 years....) Okay!
We watched Billy. From the mid-60s, some sort of weird romantic comedy, sort of dykie, partial musical-dancing thing starring a teen-aged Patty Duke. While I do love Patty Duke, it is safe to say you could live a long and happy life without ever having seen this particular film. (And Ted Bessell is in it, too. Yes, the Donald Hollinger of That Girl fame...)
We also watched Woody Allen's Radio Days for the zillionth time, along with Crimes and Misdemeanors for the ba-zillionth time. And next on the "to watch" list is Jim Jarmusch's fantastic Mystery Train, followed closely by Bergman's heart-wrenching classic Fanny & Alexander -- assuming we have about 4 un-ending hours with nothing pressing to tend to.
Luckily, Fluffy's always up for re-watching the classics. She actually gets a little cranky in the morning if I don't have time to watch a movie with her now. She goes darting into the guest room (where our TV is) and squeaks at me if I don't follow her. It's too cute! She's a movie junky now, too; just like her rapidly aging gal-pal.
Okay, gang. There's nothing but rain out there, for as far as the eye can see, but I think it's going to be a great day, regardless. I gotta get started around here; there's a new novel hanging out on my desk that won't write itself! Hope your day is a swingin' one, wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, folks. See ya!
It was weird.
But I did have one Guinness and it was absolutely perfect. And now we move head-long into Good Friday, which is merely a heartbeat away at this point. I love Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Not that I believe in "The Resurrection" but I do believe in the resurrection of the Spirit on a daily basis, so the symbolism of this particular holiday means a lot to me.
On the movie front...
I did sort of watch Darby O'Gill throughout the evening yesterday; it was on in the background while I did other stuff, and I still think it's a really fun movie. Especially the wailing banshee part and when the death coach comes for Kitty but, to save his daughter's life, Darby gets into the coach instead. Great scenes. Of course it then makes me think of that great Pogues album, If I Should Fall From Grace with God. I love that album. And then of course it makes me think of their album, Rum, Sodomy and the Lash -- one of my favorite records of all time (along with Nick Cave's The Firstborn Is Dead. In terms of songwriting craft, truly, truly one of the very best records of all time. Along with Tom Waits' Rain Dogs, of course. Okey-doke, I seem to be digressing here at a rapid pace. Onward.)
All righty, so; movies. For the past couple mornings, Fluffy and I have been watching the fantastic Antonioni film from 1966, Blow-Up. I first saw this movie thirty-six years ago (!!) when I was 11 years old and at that point, it was hands-down the most provocative movie I had ever seen. I did not understand it one bit -- partially because it was edited for network prime time television, so snip-snip went the titties, the tushies, and the drugs-- but I absolutely loved it. I've seen it many times since then and I still love it, but it's nowhere near as provocative these days, even unedited. Still, wow: was London the place to be in the swingin' 60s, or what, gang??? Too fab!
We also watched My Life as A Dog recently, the Lasse Hallstrom classic. I love his films, too. How does he do that thing he does, where he captures a very hypnotic "visual feel"? I don't know how else to describe it, but I could watch his films forever. And sometimes I actually do. We also watched 2 Joan Blondell films from the very early 1930s, Night Nurse and Three On A Match. We watched part of Tokyo Drifter but found the subtitles impossible to read on the small TV screen and agreed that we will watch the rest of it at some point down in the family room, where the TV is much larger.
We suffered through Wonderland only because we love Val Kilmer and will watch him chew up the scenery in just about anything. (We also agreed that we would be willing to marry him because we simply don't have enough utter insanity in our lives right now, so if he's interested, he should contact Fluffy or me, post-haste.) (But seriously, can you imagine it? What if God came to you and said you have a choice; you have to get married and you have to choose between Val Kilmer and Gary Oldman and you have to choose now. Wouldn't that be, like, I don't know -- hell? They are both so gifted, such a delight to watch on screen, and yet I can't imagine spending even 60 seconds alone in the same room with either of them. Way too intense, even for me -- a woman who survived living with M. for 6.5 years....) Okay!
We watched Billy. From the mid-60s, some sort of weird romantic comedy, sort of dykie, partial musical-dancing thing starring a teen-aged Patty Duke. While I do love Patty Duke, it is safe to say you could live a long and happy life without ever having seen this particular film. (And Ted Bessell is in it, too. Yes, the Donald Hollinger of That Girl fame...)
We also watched Woody Allen's Radio Days for the zillionth time, along with Crimes and Misdemeanors for the ba-zillionth time. And next on the "to watch" list is Jim Jarmusch's fantastic Mystery Train, followed closely by Bergman's heart-wrenching classic Fanny & Alexander -- assuming we have about 4 un-ending hours with nothing pressing to tend to.
Luckily, Fluffy's always up for re-watching the classics. She actually gets a little cranky in the morning if I don't have time to watch a movie with her now. She goes darting into the guest room (where our TV is) and squeaks at me if I don't follow her. It's too cute! She's a movie junky now, too; just like her rapidly aging gal-pal.
Okay, gang. There's nothing but rain out there, for as far as the eye can see, but I think it's going to be a great day, regardless. I gotta get started around here; there's a new novel hanging out on my desk that won't write itself! Hope your day is a swingin' one, wherever you're at! Thanks for visiting, folks. See ya!
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