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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
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I'm going to go download the butter man video, as I'm out and can't be watching much right now. Thanks so much for sharing--I look forward to seeing the conceptual problems.
Take care of yourself. I've class when you're reading in Norwich next week, but I'll see if I can't move things about and make it.
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Heh. Thank you. Hope to see you there!
. . . I didn't sleep very well and I am bruised. It could be worse. Surprisingly simple movements hurt a lot, though.
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Most welcome. I hope to see you there!
I'm glad it's not worse, but sorry you're bruised and hurting and lacking in sleep. I wish you swift healing and a better night.