Doesn't anybody see her at all?

[sovay]

I need that I ATEN'T DEAD card again. In the last few days, I have seen Blow-Up, Persona, and Stardust (2007), and I can state unequivocally that Stardust was the least weird of these three. Blow-Up reminded me strongly of early Angela Carter: I'd have cast David Hemmings as Honeybuzzard. Conversely, Persona was like something Hitchcock and Brecht might have collaborated on, except that the concern with self and silence and response is all Bergman's own. ("Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call." —The Seventh Seal.) And after a slightly rocky start, Stardust was extremely fun: I may write up some of my character reactions when I'm a little less fried, but for the record I am fully in the camp of De Niro's Captain Shakespeare as awesome.

Tomorrow, oysters in Milford.

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[sovay]

Actually, I don't think I can really say I've loved anything of Gaiman's that I've read other than a couple of the short stories (and definitely Nicholas Was [ho. ho. ho.])

I love The Sandman. I have arguments with some of his interpretations of mythological figures, but that cycle of graphic novels is truly amazing. I have felt similarly about none of his prose work. Some of the short stories stick with me—for some reason, "Keepsakes and Treasures: A Love Story" is the one that comes most readily to mind—but otherwise, while I do not dislike his writing, his style sort of leaves me flat. But this could always change.