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Nov. 23rd, 2003 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI had a good evening, far beyond what I expected to have. I had my reservations about the movies we saw (Whale Rider and The Hours), not expecting them to be my kind of thing, but they were very entertaining. I'd especially recommend Whale Rider, which was excellent, and (as Mickey put it) lactose-free. And The Hours was far more enjoyable the second time around.
I am totally stuck with the old song Nagasaki, which is on the Jeeves and Wooster soundtrack. How could you not love a song that has the repeating refrain:
Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccy and the women wicky wacky woo.
Damn, but that's a well-put together collection of music. It's on repeat on my computer at the moment something shocking.
Last Saturday, as I reported at the time, I was doing backstage work at the ballet concert, and one girl did a beautiful self-choreographed dance/mime to the overture and "I Just Move On" from Chicago. They billed it as a "Cabaret" dance. I got snarky about this to my younger sister, who was also in it [the concert, not the dance], and she shrugs and says, "They're practically the same thing." Of course, I'm spluttering in my head and thinking that it's not the same thing at all--the two movies are approximately ten years apart in setting. So there you have my geekiness for the evening.
In a pagoda she ordered a soda. Banana, banana, indeedy...
I am totally stuck with the old song Nagasaki, which is on the Jeeves and Wooster soundtrack. How could you not love a song that has the repeating refrain:
Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccy and the women wicky wacky woo.
Damn, but that's a well-put together collection of music. It's on repeat on my computer at the moment something shocking.
Last Saturday, as I reported at the time, I was doing backstage work at the ballet concert, and one girl did a beautiful self-choreographed dance/mime to the overture and "I Just Move On" from Chicago. They billed it as a "Cabaret" dance. I got snarky about this to my younger sister, who was also in it [the concert, not the dance], and she shrugs and says, "They're practically the same thing." Of course, I'm spluttering in my head and thinking that it's not the same thing at all--the two movies are approximately ten years apart in setting. So there you have my geekiness for the evening.
In a pagoda she ordered a soda. Banana, banana, indeedy...