The goddess has accomplished her manifold tasks

This post was going to be a movie review, but then I fell down some stairs, so mostly it's me reminding myself that I should write about Jean Renoir's The River (1951), which I watched this afternoon with nineweaving, when I feel less aching and idiotic. It was wonderful, though, and in ways I hadn't expected for its time. It reminded me of I Capture the Castle (1948); it reminded Nine of Monsoon Wedding (2001). Neither of us has yet read the original novel.

I had seen or heard of all the Aardman animations mentioned in this article except for Douglas the Lurpak butter man, so of course I followed the link. What I find funniest about the commercial is not the (admittedly very charming) animation of the five-inch-tall man made of Danish butter who keeps trying to play "Flight of the Bumblebee" on a tiny, also butter trombone, but the fact that he keeps trying to play "Flight of the Bumblebee" on a trombone surreptitiously. There are conceptual problems with this.

I did not get to see either The Innocents (1961) or The Haunting (1963) on TCM last night, so I'm lucky they're both (for a change) available on DVD, but I did enjoy the Ninth Annual Paper Bag Mummers' Oxford Street Souling Tour. I read the Doctor's part, once. In retrospect, I should have made more of the fact that I was wearing my seven-foot Rush-knitted scarf.

I think I'm going to bed.