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- I would give anything to see that production of Tosca. I have seen only one staging of Tosca in my lifetime, and it was interesting, but damn, the one in the movie looked beyond cool. Especially that eye/iris!
- No matter how many hundreds of things I watch with Daniel Craig in them, I am always stunned anew at how beautifully that man wears clothes. No matter what he wears, he wears it perfectly. The suit when he travels to Bolivia was so perfectly exquisite it took my breath away. And even just the black polo shirt and chino trousers were impeccable.
- Judi Dench rules the world, and if someone doesn't know that, they need only see this movie and watch her take off her makeup.
- Mathieu Almaric makes little girly screams and they are funny.
- They pulled out all the stops in trailerville. The new Star Trek trailer, the Watchmen trailer (I think Jeffrey Dean Morgan is going to make this movie for me, oddly, but he seems so right in the trailer), 2012, and so on. Anything big and attention hogging, it was there.
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And following up on my post yesterday, I was trying to explain to someone about this, and I find I really don't know how. It's not that birthdays are for attention and pressies and such, it's that it was something I shared with someone for 45 years. The idea of a birthday as a single event where you get attention and stuff isn't what I get out of it -- because for most of my life, it was me and sis_r, and we often got one present between the two of us to share, or what have you. It was that it was a shared event. Having a solo birthday is so mind-bogglingly lonely to me. The first couple years after she died, I went to Vancouver with a friend to try to forget about it, but now it's home alone. There's no build-up, no planning what to get sis_r, mailing it or waiting for her to come up here and picking her up at the airport, no cards to buy, no phone calls, no shopping. In the same way I don't know how to explain what it's like to grow up with someone else like that, I don't know how to explain how hugely alone and empty I feel.
It's just... things are hard lately, anyway, and the idea of being alone at a time when I never have been before is weighing me down. And that's still an inadequate explanation. But it's all I got.
- No matter how many hundreds of things I watch with Daniel Craig in them, I am always stunned anew at how beautifully that man wears clothes. No matter what he wears, he wears it perfectly. The suit when he travels to Bolivia was so perfectly exquisite it took my breath away. And even just the black polo shirt and chino trousers were impeccable.
- Judi Dench rules the world, and if someone doesn't know that, they need only see this movie and watch her take off her makeup.
- Mathieu Almaric makes little girly screams and they are funny.
- They pulled out all the stops in trailerville. The new Star Trek trailer, the Watchmen trailer (I think Jeffrey Dean Morgan is going to make this movie for me, oddly, but he seems so right in the trailer), 2012, and so on. Anything big and attention hogging, it was there.
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And following up on my post yesterday, I was trying to explain to someone about this, and I find I really don't know how. It's not that birthdays are for attention and pressies and such, it's that it was something I shared with someone for 45 years. The idea of a birthday as a single event where you get attention and stuff isn't what I get out of it -- because for most of my life, it was me and sis_r, and we often got one present between the two of us to share, or what have you. It was that it was a shared event. Having a solo birthday is so mind-bogglingly lonely to me. The first couple years after she died, I went to Vancouver with a friend to try to forget about it, but now it's home alone. There's no build-up, no planning what to get sis_r, mailing it or waiting for her to come up here and picking her up at the airport, no cards to buy, no phone calls, no shopping. In the same way I don't know how to explain what it's like to grow up with someone else like that, I don't know how to explain how hugely alone and empty I feel.
It's just... things are hard lately, anyway, and the idea of being alone at a time when I never have been before is weighing me down. And that's still an inadequate explanation. But it's all I got.
