Heh. My brain's refusal to read usernames, but instead rely on icons for attributing ownership to posts, lead me to believe that Daniel was sewing himself a purse.
We rented a few movies last night. Saw Crackerjack, finally, which I thought was great, and also Lost in Translation, which was a well-made movie that I wasn't in the mood to watch. Spent today lounging around the house. Managed to lose my glasses last night in my utter deathly tiredness, and haven't found them again. Have had to make do with my old pair which thankfully carry the same prescription if I remember correctly. Watched the extras on Crackerjack, dropped LIT back to the video store. Watched a couple of movies on television. Managed to have people phone me during the climax of both. The first was something with Hugo Weaving as a gay man but wasn't Priscilla (which imdb.com informs me is called Bedrooms & Hallways). It has Jennifer Ehle in it, who is quite delightful. Quite an amusing film. If only I knew what happened in the climactic argument between Leo, Brendan and Sally, I'd probably like it even more.
Watched Death on the Nile on the ABC. David Suchet is an excellent Poirot, though much portlier than I remember him. I was certain that he was in the version of Murder on the Orient Express that I've seen, but I checked his bio, and I must have misremembered it. I'm perplexed to read that he was in an adaption of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd as Poirot, because the whole point of that book was that... um. Poirot wasn't involved. (Sudden self-censorship in case anyone is planning on reading that book. See? Virtuous.) Still, I infinitely prefer the 1978 version of Death on the Nile. For a start it had Maggie Smith in it, as the highly acidic Miss Bowers, who has mysteriously vanished from the remake. Possibly the idea of companion wasn't PC enough for these modern times. Not to mention half the love interests seem to be all mixed up. Still, my main problem was that Emily Blunt wasn't sympathetic enough as Linnet. Lois Chiles in the original had a real charisma, so that you cared when she died, despite the fact that she'd acted as an absolute cad; Emily Blunt was merely petulant. Similarly, the woman who played Jacqueline in the remake (who is rather perplexingly missing from the cast list on imdb) was whiny, and you never got the impression that she was wily enough to pull off the whole charade. Mia Farrow, on the other hand, was superb. She had a real neuroticism about her, and a certain "coiled spring" feeling. Frankly, even Simon MacCorkindale did the "Lovable Yet Exceedingly Stupid Boy" better than JJ Feild, who was merely insipid. Never trust a man who can't even spell his surname properly. Wouldn't mind seeing the 1978 version again. Maybe I'll rent it.
Was good. Read a couple of the short stories for the Vis Ink competition. One was good. One was terrible. And I have to read three fifths of the total things. Whoopie.
Have to get up earlyish tomorrow. Have to pick up Tych (who is annoyingly out of my way) before swinging round to Liam's. Trip will probably take an hour and a half instead of the usual hour. Liam'd better understand how much love is going in to this. I may be reasonably willing to scrub off mould and dump rotting vinegar down the sink, but I hate hate HATE getting up early. Bleargh.
We rented a few movies last night. Saw Crackerjack, finally, which I thought was great, and also Lost in Translation, which was a well-made movie that I wasn't in the mood to watch. Spent today lounging around the house. Managed to lose my glasses last night in my utter deathly tiredness, and haven't found them again. Have had to make do with my old pair which thankfully carry the same prescription if I remember correctly. Watched the extras on Crackerjack, dropped LIT back to the video store. Watched a couple of movies on television. Managed to have people phone me during the climax of both. The first was something with Hugo Weaving as a gay man but wasn't Priscilla (which imdb.com informs me is called Bedrooms & Hallways). It has Jennifer Ehle in it, who is quite delightful. Quite an amusing film. If only I knew what happened in the climactic argument between Leo, Brendan and Sally, I'd probably like it even more.
Watched Death on the Nile on the ABC. David Suchet is an excellent Poirot, though much portlier than I remember him. I was certain that he was in the version of Murder on the Orient Express that I've seen, but I checked his bio, and I must have misremembered it. I'm perplexed to read that he was in an adaption of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd as Poirot, because the whole point of that book was that... um. Poirot wasn't involved. (Sudden self-censorship in case anyone is planning on reading that book. See? Virtuous.) Still, I infinitely prefer the 1978 version of Death on the Nile. For a start it had Maggie Smith in it, as the highly acidic Miss Bowers, who has mysteriously vanished from the remake. Possibly the idea of companion wasn't PC enough for these modern times. Not to mention half the love interests seem to be all mixed up. Still, my main problem was that Emily Blunt wasn't sympathetic enough as Linnet. Lois Chiles in the original had a real charisma, so that you cared when she died, despite the fact that she'd acted as an absolute cad; Emily Blunt was merely petulant. Similarly, the woman who played Jacqueline in the remake (who is rather perplexingly missing from the cast list on imdb) was whiny, and you never got the impression that she was wily enough to pull off the whole charade. Mia Farrow, on the other hand, was superb. She had a real neuroticism about her, and a certain "coiled spring" feeling. Frankly, even Simon MacCorkindale did the "Lovable Yet Exceedingly Stupid Boy" better than JJ Feild, who was merely insipid. Never trust a man who can't even spell his surname properly. Wouldn't mind seeing the 1978 version again. Maybe I'll rent it.
Was good. Read a couple of the short stories for the Vis Ink competition. One was good. One was terrible. And I have to read three fifths of the total things. Whoopie.
Have to get up earlyish tomorrow. Have to pick up Tych (who is annoyingly out of my way) before swinging round to Liam's. Trip will probably take an hour and a half instead of the usual hour. Liam'd better understand how much love is going in to this. I may be reasonably willing to scrub off mould and dump rotting vinegar down the sink, but I hate hate HATE getting up early. Bleargh.
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Date: 2004-07-04 06:22 am (UTC)Hey, what's happening with the masquerade ball?
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Date: 2004-07-04 06:32 am (UTC)At this stage we're looking at pushing the date back.
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Date: 2004-07-04 06:57 am (UTC)I missed death on the nile! I had so wanted to see it...
He was involved in Murder of Roger Ackroyd - he appeared in the beginning, at random parts in between and finally at the end. That was the most imbecilic sentence I have ever written...
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Date: 2004-07-04 07:01 am (UTC)I really don't remember that of the book at ALL. The whole point was that a detective of any description wasn't involved, I thought.
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Date: 2004-07-04 07:07 am (UTC)OK, let me think...
He was off duty, and every once in a while he would bring everyone together and say 'you're all keeping something from me' or 'someone in this room is a murderer' he did all his thinking and action 'off-stage'. That's all I remember
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Date: 2004-07-05 12:04 am (UTC)I also heard about Ray from an email someone sent me last night, and was going to tell you (but obviously was not needed). It is sad, even though I never knew him. All those ties... we can never let go of macrob/mhs.
Now the two schools are in completely new generations - both ray and boston are gone.
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Date: 2004-07-07 08:46 am (UTC)