today i watched two impossibly long and thin girls chat and smoke at a cafe table. though not green, their bodies were remarkably gumby-like in their slim rectangularness. dressing them in green flare-legged pants would have sealed the deal. i hope they were sisters. to think that that kind of dna could be replicated in mere friends is too eerie to consider.
movie review time:
this week's pick: another french film examining vanity and its effects on relationships (like the recent look at me) called kings and queen. another critical darling, it took me until the last reel to really appreciate what the director was throwing down. lots of jumping around in time and confusing side-stepping finally paid off in a very satisfying "meaning of life"-examining way. quite remarkable, actually, although the grey-haired denizens who made up the majority of the audience seemed miffed upon exit. the male lead, mathieu amalric, was the highlight of the film. his charming all-over-the-place emotions and behaviors kept the train rolling for the 150-minute running time.
just to cleanse the palate from all the french fare, i watched will ferrell's anchorman. i expected it to elicit mild amusement, but i found it quite funny. i suppose it was the writing, which felt improv-y in a good way, as much as the performances. there were great lines throughout and will ferrell proved himself worthy of being america's sweetheart. the boy obviously loves the english language and i love him for loving it. it was nice to see paul rudd goofin' it up, too, behind that walrus mustachio.
until next time, stay classy.