Weekend of drinking and talking: electronica on the thames (thanks mzdt, nice night), sporadically productive overbooked creative date, too much beer, wine, etc. Tolkien windfall at the shop, party with greyhounds, sheer white terror of handing over a commission (she liked it, phew) and then (ah, taking a rest in other peoples' stories) films:
Pleasantville was on this weekend. What a fantastic film it is. Once again failed to find a good point to watch the Big Gay Cowboy film, but never mind, Kong fitted into the space I had.
Maybe it was as well we saw it during childrens' hour; otherwise you don't really get the full impact of the dinosaur smack-down and extreme insect terror. A little while since I've peered through my fingers at the screen; and such a heroine! It took me a moment to identify her (Naomi Watts) as the astonishing blonde woman from Mulholland Drive. What a scream she has, too -- the poetry of terror. Unfortunately, other aspects of the film worked less well for me; the persistent and horribly bloodless carnage, Jack Black, repitition, the overuse of significant!!! shots, reaction shots, atmosphere shots, emote!!! shots and generally a lot of gubbins superfluous to story ...
Following getting annoyed with Tilda Swinton's costumier in the film, I re-read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, to check the descriptions. Bloody C.S. Lewis, eh? He pissed me off when I was seven and he's still pissing me off now. What set that off? Aslan's opinion that "wars are ugly when women fight in them". How horrible, and dismissive, too of the suffering and pain of men in wartime. What is he saying? That a war isn't really a real, bloody, struggle for survival against aggression until women start fighting? That prior to that it's just some glorious game, all red-and-shiny honour in pursuit of abstracts like honour, glory and truth? Wars are just ugly, Mr Lewis.
I must be missing dropandgiveme50's daily vocabulary stretch; I found myself absurdly pleased by the Grandiloquent Dictionary ... but it contains such useful words! Consider, deipnophobia - A fear of dinner conversation, pernoctator - A person who studies through the night. These are words we live alongside, without noticing.
End of the month is the Big Garden Birdwatch 2006! Yay! Contribute information! Watch birds!
In other news; on the grounds that I've been a bit for heavens sake book yourself a massage recently, I've done so.
Visual notes over on Flickr include the primrose, socks, Alex's fringe and tulips: