2019-05-07

sovay: (Rotwang)
Allowing for the phone call from the doctor's at the crack of eight o'clock and the resultant difficulty in falling back asleep thanks to the neighbors' adventures in yardwork, I think I slept almost eleven hours. I dreamed of living in a small room tucked into the honeycomb of a library, which was much more like semi-homeless house-sharing than being a library spirit, alas, and seeing a spectacular cabaret show called Drag of Our Fathers, which I had to double-check with the internet wasn't a real thing, either by title or concept. I can't be the only target audience for historical drag.

[personal profile] selkie pointed me toward this tweet reminding of the awesomeness of Dorothy Arzner. Lucky New Beverly Cinema patrons, getting an eleven-film Arzner retrospective! I'd watch that. And just about everything else on their calendar this month, really.

I have no idea what I am going to do with today. I have that scraped-out kind of feeling you get when your body is not running on pure cortisol for a change. I am thinking maybe I will take a walk. Or just sit around in the afternoon. It's sunny out there.
sovay: (Renfield)
I had been looking forward for several months to tonight's screening of Scarred Hearts (Inimi cicatrizate, 2016) at the HFA, but at the last minute I decided that perhaps I did not actually feel like watching a movie about being chronically-terminally ill in the face of rising fascism and instead [personal profile] spatch and I walked to the Brattle Theatre and saw Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018).

I'm delighted we did. It was great. The visuals were as excellent as promised and the storytelling just as strong. I may or may not write up it properly whenever my ability to think returns, but it was definitely a better choice than TB and World War II.
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