Well that was all very pleasant. This weekend saw us going down to the land of DanandAnne, to celebrate the birthday of the former in the company of
ruana_1,
ashenkat, and
blues_and_twos as well as others sans lj. Birthday celebrations took the form of a long night's game of poker, broken only by watching a rather good episode of Doctor Who, and scarfing a buffet complete with magnificent home made white chocolate truffle cake. After midnight the deep conversations started, until we all passed out some time around 4 a.m.
I watched lots of stuff this weekend apart from the machinations around the poker table; Donnie Darko, which I loved, Pitch Black which was fun even if Riddick is no Ripley, and Breakfast at Tiffany's again. The latter was made more amusing for me by
larians' indignant gasps at Holly Golightly's treatment of Cat (he decided he didn't like her at all at that point, and not all the luminescence of Audrey Hepburn's loveliness could change his mind)I am more forgiving. Audrey Hepburn is the most exquisite creature ever to have walked across a screen IMHO, and George Peppard's no moose either. I am always mesmerised by the scenes where they walk through New York, because they are so beautiful together.
The one I did not catch from the start was Cyrano De Bergerac, the French version with Gerard Depardieu. I can't remember the director. I saw this years ago at the Prince Charles in London, and wept uncontrollably. This time, I only saw the last five minutes, and at least contained myself to a few dignified sniffles. But my heart broke all the same. Cyrano's death speech is long but lovely; Because it's natural to compare the best with the worst, my mind instantly flies back to the death of Matrix luvthing Trinity. Man, I am never sitting through that tedious pile of tripe again, not even for charity.
But Cyrano? Oh yes. Every time. The words of Roxanne are so haunting:
'So much that fades away...to be reborn...' It makes me dream and think.
Now I must stop dreaming and start working.
I watched lots of stuff this weekend apart from the machinations around the poker table; Donnie Darko, which I loved, Pitch Black which was fun even if Riddick is no Ripley, and Breakfast at Tiffany's again. The latter was made more amusing for me by
The one I did not catch from the start was Cyrano De Bergerac, the French version with Gerard Depardieu. I can't remember the director. I saw this years ago at the Prince Charles in London, and wept uncontrollably. This time, I only saw the last five minutes, and at least contained myself to a few dignified sniffles. But my heart broke all the same. Cyrano's death speech is long but lovely; Because it's natural to compare the best with the worst, my mind instantly flies back to the death of Matrix luvthing Trinity. Man, I am never sitting through that tedious pile of tripe again, not even for charity.
But Cyrano? Oh yes. Every time. The words of Roxanne are so haunting:
'So much that fades away...to be reborn...' It makes me dream and think.
Now I must stop dreaming and start working.
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