This last week has been a little more pleasant than most in recent memory, but not always for the right reasons. I have been on edge about the disaster in New Orleans for days now, not sleeping well, and thinking mostly of death. This has made the conversations with my mom really "fun" lately, as she becomes the Jodie Foster to my Little Man Tate.
The interior work I knew I needed to do has been put on hold, again, because I lack the willpower to just do it. I have to make time to do that, and I will.
Films seen this week:
Champagne for Caesar - In which we discover that Vincent Price was the Christopher Walken of the 1950's, and Ronald Colman was the Brad Pitt. A very enjoyable, if more than slightly surreal, comedy with slight romantic tendencies.
Iron Monkey - In which we discover that Wong Fei-Hung has always kicked ass (he was just more angsty about it as a teenager), cooking does not need special effects, the Buddha palm is a poisoning technique, and bad guys like shark fin soup. I think the phrase "austere cooking" is my favorite take-away from this movie. I enjoyed the fight sequences, and the dialogue. Also, I appreciate Donnie Yen not sucking, in any movie.
Dear J. Krishnamurti,
"Is it not?" is not a punctuation mark in English.