Oh man, I was so sure. For weeks now (months?) I have been wanting to opine but nothing has moved me. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I was going to rant on Hollywood's utter failure seeing as there were NO MOVIES to go see on a four-day freaking weekend! The gall.

I then thought I would just post about my languishing opine section, but then I thought--hell, if I do that people are going to tell me to read a book or listen to some new music, you loser-- so I decided not to say anything.

And then. Last night. T brought home a DVD that minutes into it I thought YAY--- wonderful-- something for the opine bin. It had Jeremy Northam (have I not told you how much, much, much I like Mr. Northam?) and Tilda Swinton who is faboo--- even had a cameo with Charlotte Rampling. But the best? The best? It was all set in France--- the south of France. And it showed the FOOD and the ARCHITECTURE in so many shots. In fact, the first food scene was so good I made T go back so we could watch it again.

White tablecloths. Smoking permitted. A whole fish delivered on a platter with simple elegance. A three tiered tray of tiny macaroons on the table as coffee is served. Oh, I think I'm going to have to go back upstairs and replay it again. I can SMELL that restaurant. I can feel the chairs and see out the window. I swear.

Anyway. It was a thriller of sorts with Michael Caine (not my fave, but he did very well in this role) and I was SO going to opine on it, until it fell apart three-quarters of the way through. No fault of Tilda and Jeremy who were terrific and had the movie just stayed with them it might have been a whole helluva lot better. No, it fell apart in pacing and focus. A souffle. All the exceitment that it was perfect--rising, rising only to see it collapse as you have lifted it out of the stove and set it to rest. Poof. Gone.

Oh well. The name of the movie is "The Statement" (directed by Norman Jewison)--- I can recommend the first half-- in fact, that is what I recommend-- just keep replaying the first half.

Today is a most glorious, sunny, lightly snowy Saturday. And I have no obligations. None. I know that I will finish the play today (or, perhaps, tomorrow) and there's a bit of sadness/resistance to finishing it-- but mostly a lot of excitement cause now I can make some phone calls and set up a reading.

Then, on the day of the reading I'll be here dry heaving all over the keyboard in abject terror and horror and be SCREAMING at you all-- "why did you not stop me?? How could you let me do this to myself?" HAHAHAhahahahhaahhahah. I'm not really laughing, you know. I'm here weeping because it is so true.

But if I can have half the experience I did at the last reading, I will be overjoyed and the world will sparkle like fresh snow in the morning sun.

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