Saturday Night at the Movies

leopard_lady asked me what I thought of "Lost in Translation", which I saw this afternoon. Since the comment I made got eaten, I'll repeat it. Good thing I copied it to my paste buffer.

I liked it okay, for a movie in which very little (if anything) actually happened. I wasn't as enthused as you are, but it was pretty damn good, I must say. I think it left the audience with that vague feeling of disappointment at the way the world turns out sometimes that's just so familiar, and the fact that they managed to make a movie with a few good laughs in it without completely taking the piss out of Japanese culture was a real coup. And that guy in the suit with the diagonal stripes hosting the TV show -- can we say "Japanese Graham Norton"? Overall, it was enjoyed, even by cholten99 (who was very surprised and thanked me for browbeating him into seeing it).

Everyone seemed to get along quite well, which was as much a pleasant surprise to me as the film was to them. I mean, I expected people to get on, just not quite so easily. I guess I'm not used to being friends with such personable people. Anyway, it ended up with cholten99 inviting thm to this party next week, which is kind of cool. At least if they start singing the score from "Once More With Feeling", as was threatened, I have someone else who doesn't know all the words to hide with.

Of course, it couldn't last. My poor schnook OD'd on desserts and was rather sick, and the film gave me a migraine, and we didn't go home in the most auspicious mood. But we're doing much better now and are about three-quarters of the way through "Amadeus". I hadn't realised he'd seen it but am glad I bought it anyway because he likes it. We both agree, though, that the director's cut changes the entire mood of the piece and I don't know about him but in some respects it was rather better for the cuts.

Ugh. Sometimes I wish I'd stayed at DeMontfort. I could have been a film critic. I may not be Jay Sherman, but...

Thess

There's no place like home.

*ahem*

WOOHOO!

I'm typing this from the 'spare room', where the Frankenbox has been all set up with wireless networking and speakers and printer and scanner and everything! All due thanks to cholten99, who was kind enough to set things up for me. Now when he's doing work at home and being antisocial generally, I can come in here for refuge, music I don't come very close to despising, and a few rounds with the Sims. Plus I can check my e-mail, make my icons and generally faff about like a faffy thing without having to worry overmuch about hogging Rufus V. I like the ability to not hog Rufus V -- makes me feel terribly guilty.

Also, we've started watching "Serial Experiments: Lain". We're through Layer 06 and ... well, at least I'm less confused than I was when I first watched it. Then again, that applies to all areas of my life, not just that one.

Well, home is where the heart is, so I've got that covered. Home is where one has one's hard drive, and I'm covered on that angle too. The only place the flat has this place beat is sheer stuff volume, and that will change as soon as there's places to store my crap. Must go back over the week just to pick up Yoriko and some of my DVDs. Those at least there's room for.

::clacks ... erm ... grotty stained beige slippers ... together three times::