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Water Review
Jun. 10th, 2005 10:44 pmMy friends ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moon_custafer and green_trilobite are getting married tomorrow, and since I’m one of the bridesmaids, I spent tonight picking up my tie-in scarf and discussing the ceremony over Japanese food, while Steve "and Cal" shopped for wedding presents. (You get that I added quotes around Cal’s name because what he mainly did was sit in his stroller and play with his toes, right?) The presents also include one for Jason Taniguchi and Jen Judge, whose wedding we attended and then defaulted on sometime…was it last month? The year is definitely getting away from me.
Watched The Machinist last night, which is Kafkaesque and stylish and not bad at all, even though it’s fairly obvious where things are going from frame one on. The spectacle of Christian Bale 60 pounds lighter is definitely hypnotic, though—like a special effect, except not. Or a memento mori in celluloid form: What’s inside a hunk, anyway? Granted, Bale reduced to base-line bone and tendon is still palpably himself, weirdly attractive even as you horrify yourself by counting his vertebrae every time he turns his head to answer someone…but he’s a walking fucking skeleton, man. Seriously, I don’t understand how he even managed to sit down between takes without his pelvic ridges ripping out through his hips.
In other news,agincourtgirl wanted to know how Water was, so here’s my mini-review, censored for those who don't want any spoilers at all: ( Read more... )
At any rate: Checking in with the TFS, I’ve ascertained that I’ll be starting to teach again during the week of July 11, maybe on Tuesday or Wednesday. This even though the place is a bit of an uproar because my immediate boss, head of the Digital Film and TV Production department, is in the hospital and may not be coming back out. He got a staph infection in his ankle which turned septic; now he’s in ECU, on a respirator, non-responsive for over six days. As John Foote says, it’s astounding he’s alive at all; suffice to say, he won’t be back at work anytime soon.
Okay, and on that rather sombre note, it’s off to bed for me. ‘Night.
moon_custafer and green_trilobite are getting married tomorrow, and since I’m one of the bridesmaids, I spent tonight picking up my tie-in scarf and discussing the ceremony over Japanese food, while Steve "and Cal" shopped for wedding presents. (You get that I added quotes around Cal’s name because what he mainly did was sit in his stroller and play with his toes, right?) The presents also include one for Jason Taniguchi and Jen Judge, whose wedding we attended and then defaulted on sometime…was it last month? The year is definitely getting away from me.Watched The Machinist last night, which is Kafkaesque and stylish and not bad at all, even though it’s fairly obvious where things are going from frame one on. The spectacle of Christian Bale 60 pounds lighter is definitely hypnotic, though—like a special effect, except not. Or a memento mori in celluloid form: What’s inside a hunk, anyway? Granted, Bale reduced to base-line bone and tendon is still palpably himself, weirdly attractive even as you horrify yourself by counting his vertebrae every time he turns his head to answer someone…but he’s a walking fucking skeleton, man. Seriously, I don’t understand how he even managed to sit down between takes without his pelvic ridges ripping out through his hips.
In other news,
agincourtgirl wanted to know how Water was, so here’s my mini-review, censored for those who don't want any spoilers at all: ( Read more... )At any rate: Checking in with the TFS, I’ve ascertained that I’ll be starting to teach again during the week of July 11, maybe on Tuesday or Wednesday. This even though the place is a bit of an uproar because my immediate boss, head of the Digital Film and TV Production department, is in the hospital and may not be coming back out. He got a staph infection in his ankle which turned septic; now he’s in ECU, on a respirator, non-responsive for over six days. As John Foote says, it’s astounding he’s alive at all; suffice to say, he won’t be back at work anytime soon.
Okay, and on that rather sombre note, it’s off to bed for me. ‘Night.
