Spike/Ethan stuff - and a huh?
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Before I ramble on about movies and such, I have to thank a few people:
wickedfox made a truly gorgeous banner for the Spike/Ethan site. As soon as it's up for viewing, I'll let you know. And
sadbhyl and
mydeira wrote Fraternal Bondage for me. Naughty bondage Spethan porn. Yay!!!! *bounces around* Yes, yes, yes! I always knew they go nicely together. Read the fic if you don't believe me. Naughty naughty.
Huh? I just had a strange huh moment. I could have sworn there was a scene in Peter's Friends where they all sing the Twelve Days of Chrismas. I just watched my crappy tape (thinking that the movie industry owes me a decent copy because the frigging tape has not aged well, and why should I have to cough up money twice for one movie?). Anyway, I watched my copy and the scene just wasn't there. I could have sworn that I have heard/seen Branagh sing the Twelve Days of Christmas. Where did the scene go? *scratches head* was it in another of his movies? But which one?
A RL friend visited today, the girl I'm (re-)watching all my Branagh movies with, and she's never seen any of them except for Dead Again (which we started our little habit with). I turned her into a fan. I'll intoduce her to In the Bleak Midwinter next. The casting sequence is utterly brilliant. I wish Branagh would make more movies of that kind, movies full of irony and wit and friendship. He really gets such great performances out of his actors and there was so much warmth and intelligence in his early works. Maybe one day I'll forgive him for the dullness that was Love's Labours Lost. *shudders*
From Branagh to Dr. Who is a bit of a leap, I suppose, but may I just say that I enjoyed the first 2 epis of this year's Dr. Who. I never got into any of the earlier series, but this looks like fun.
RL today was mostly sucky. The weather set us at each other's throats. The kids were cooped up inside while hubby was trying to work. He was uncharacteristically snappy and annoying, and my current backtrouble didn't help matters. I feel vaguely unhealthy in a can't-put-my-finger-on-it way. But my friend gave me a lovely cuddly and totally unexpected prezzie, and the evening was nice.
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Huh? I just had a strange huh moment. I could have sworn there was a scene in Peter's Friends where they all sing the Twelve Days of Chrismas. I just watched my crappy tape (thinking that the movie industry owes me a decent copy because the frigging tape has not aged well, and why should I have to cough up money twice for one movie?). Anyway, I watched my copy and the scene just wasn't there. I could have sworn that I have heard/seen Branagh sing the Twelve Days of Christmas. Where did the scene go? *scratches head* was it in another of his movies? But which one?
A RL friend visited today, the girl I'm (re-)watching all my Branagh movies with, and she's never seen any of them except for Dead Again (which we started our little habit with). I turned her into a fan. I'll intoduce her to In the Bleak Midwinter next. The casting sequence is utterly brilliant. I wish Branagh would make more movies of that kind, movies full of irony and wit and friendship. He really gets such great performances out of his actors and there was so much warmth and intelligence in his early works. Maybe one day I'll forgive him for the dullness that was Love's Labours Lost. *shudders*
From Branagh to Dr. Who is a bit of a leap, I suppose, but may I just say that I enjoyed the first 2 epis of this year's Dr. Who. I never got into any of the earlier series, but this looks like fun.
RL today was mostly sucky. The weather set us at each other's throats. The kids were cooped up inside while hubby was trying to work. He was uncharacteristically snappy and annoying, and my current backtrouble didn't help matters. I feel vaguely unhealthy in a can't-put-my-finger-on-it way. But my friend gave me a lovely cuddly and totally unexpected prezzie, and the evening was nice.
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Date: 2005-05-07 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-07 04:38 am (UTC)It starts off with an actor looking at the viewer saying something like:
"You know how doctors say that nervous breakdown can either happen really fast or really slowly? Well, mine started at 7 months, and now that I'm 33 it's finally gotten a grip."
But the way the line is delivered... priceless. And when a male actor auditions for Gertrude (they put on a production of Hamlet), promising to bring his own tits, by that time one is already howling with laughter. Very very cute.
And yeah, I think Branagh is a bit of an egomaniac. I still love his Hamlet adaptation for various reasons, but boy it was long. One hour less wouldn't have hurt.
Oh well, one has to be thankful for the good stuff.