Wednesday, October 25, 2006
No one expected "expectorate"
First off, movie update:
Quiet. Beautiful. Pensive. Too short. I would've loved to hang out longer with these two friends-who-have-grown-apart on their meandering trip down memory lane and traffic lane. I'm sure there are levels of this exploration of male friendship that I didn't even appreciate, being of the female ilk. Old Joy is a lovely testament to the philosophy of "less is more." One moment in the spring "bath house" scene was staggeringly touching without needing a word. But speaking of words, another moment in the same scene contained what will probably be the most magnificent line in any movie this year: "Sorrow is nothing but worn-out joy."
Science of Sleep
Irreverent. Whimsical. Romantic. I have to say, I love, love, loved this film. I have a soft spot for quirky love stories and this movie offers amazingly sweet and artistically minded leaps between dreams and reality. Sure, it makes Gondry's Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind seem downright commercial in comparison, but it shakes the same wonderful snow globe of the imagination. And Gael Garcia Bernal proves to be a comic delight.
Second off, personal update:
At a Yo La Tengo show (note band name dropping), a rooftop bartender declared that I have the "nicest disposition in the business." (Which business, I don't know.) I was also able to work the word "expectorate" into an improv class scene. Talk about a spit-take.
Now playing in headphones: "Into the Open" by the Heartless Bastards.