I always mean to watch It’s A Wonderful Life at Christmas, but this was the first year I got a chance. I cried like a sap at the end, but had to laugh at a moment in the dramatic climax. George is seeing what life would be like if he had never been born – his friends and family have ended up dead, destitute, or in insane asylums, and his hometown has gone to wrack and ruin. But the one thing that tips him over the edge, which his guardian angel barely dares to tell him, is the fate of his wife, Mary.
Of course, George comes through and Mary is delivered back to her life of domestic, bookless bliss. PHEW.
Watching American Gigolo.
Wearing Coco Chanel-esque silk pajamas.
And red lipstick.
And eating Haagen-Dazs…
Straight out of the tub.
Sometimes it’s nice to just embrace the cliche and take it as far as you can go.
My ‘safe place’ in London is the British Film Institute, which is currently doing a season of films gathered under the title ‘The Long Goodbye’, all chosen because they ‘engage with death as a fact of life’. These kind of specifics are so pleasing.
I saw ‘Last Night‘ there – the description had me at ‘a delightfully low-key apocalypse movie’. There are six hours left before the world ends at midnight (everyone’s known this was coming for a few months now), and people are finding their own ways of dealing with it – going to big raver parties on the street, pretending it’s Christmas, fulfilling fantasies & dreams, trying desperately to connect with just one other person…and almost everyone is trying to go out listening to their favourite song.
Funnily enough, I didn’t realise it was made in 1998 until after it ended and I read the programme, which suddenly explained the floral dresses. It’s also awesome that the world ends at midnight… Toronto time. There’s no night anymore either, so everything’s lit by this weird, off-putting light. And I love that everyone’s extreme?/true? selves and beliefs are cast into relief by the knowledge that the end is coming – even though we all know we will die anyway, one day. It makes a difference, somehow, that everyone else is being obliterated all at once too, that not even a memory of who you were will outlast you in another person for a second. It will happen all the same – this is just time sped up. This is why one should never ask for a fortune.
“Betrayals during wartime are nothing compared to betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.”
Count Laszlo de Almásy (The English Patient)
I’ve never seen The English Patient, is it any good?
Today, I just want to curl up next to someone and know that we won’t hurt each other.
I am stuffed up with a cold with Saturday night fast approaching. One of the redeeming things about this is that TV One plays random old Bond movies on Saturday nights. So far, all the ones I’ve seen have featured secret lairs hidden under a lake. Tonight it is From Russia With Love…
My favourite vintage Bond is A View to a Kill. Highlights:
- Roger Moore as the world’s craggiest Bond
- A sweet as pie classic blonde American girl who needs rescuing
- Christopher Walken as the slimy British Bad Guy, complete with a booby-trapped steeplechase track.
- Grace Jones (!!!!) as May Day, in inexplicable avant-garde hooded garments.
- A blimp!
- Lots and lots of dubious puns
- Bond and May Day getting it on, both pretending that it advances their respective good/evil missions. There is no real motive.
- Bond getting busted macking on blonde girl in the shower by a robot camera dog from HQ
- Bond offering to make blonde girl “an omelette” and then pulling a full-fledged quiche from the oven.
Seriously, how badass & futuristic is this outfit?
Just another day at the races:
“A library is a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.” Germaine Greer
This picture was sent to me by a dear friend. It looks like a Dutch oil painting, and I love the muted colours and rich fabrics. It’s actually a still from the 1979 film Nosferatu the Vampyre, which is a shame because I will probably never be brave enough to watch it.
My plan for the weekend so far is to dress up from head to heel and hit the playground for a long and leisurely swing. Inspiration?
Also, I can’t believe John Hughes died last week (and that I only just found out). I don’t even like any of the kids in The Breakfast Club, but it sure is some movie. He was a talented guy, mad respect.
I really want to like Mega Shark Vs Giant Octopus, but it’s so self-consciously trying to be so-bad-it’s-good that I fear I will never be won over. It’s no Anaconda, you guys. I love the last shot of the trailer, but if noone in the film is taking it seriously, (aka how J. Lo. BRUNG IT to the aforesaid snake movie), I don’t see any reason why I should laugh.
On the other hand, 2012 is going to be the best thing since ever. When I watched The Day After Tomorrow , I was tottally gutted that the devastation seemed so minor at the end. I wanted full on On The Beach levels of angst and annihilation. And now it looks like I’ll be getting it. This is serious stuff!
Y’all know I read Twilight, but. Bella Swan is ridiculous and pathetic and Buffy would deal with the whole Edward situation far more appropriately. This video shows how.