Another child-free weekend, which meant a few days of sleep and movies. Actually, to be honest, not that much sleep because I've started a nasty habit of waking up at about 3am with a head whizzing, full of plans, and then BB wakes at 6 automatically and then so do I. It's very annoying. Anyhoo, BB has just gone to Newcastle for 2 weeks to step in for someone in his department, so I'm going to do some serious sleeping in... well, at least until 7.30am. Hooray!
Movies! We saw:
-- God on My Side, a documentary about US fundamental Christians by Andrew Denton. This was good, in a mild-mannered and gently ironic Dentonesque way, but I'd save your money and watch it when it comes to ABC tv in the next year or so. There's really no need for it to be seen on the big screen, especially at the prices cinemas charge these days. But if you do fork out the money, for gawd's sake sit through the credits, because the best line (involving the three brothers) is saved for the absolute end, and it's the kind of tone I would have enjoyed right through the piece.
-- BB saw Road to Guantanamo, and enjoyed it. I decided not to see it and instead cruised the National Gallery of Australia looking at books and posters made by Revolutionary Russians. Excellent show, BTW, totally overshadowed by the Egyptian exhibition (I'm saving that one for later in the summer when I need the air-conditioning).
-- Today we saw The Prestige. Let me first say: PWOAR! WOO-HOO! DROOOLLLLL! Great. Now that I've got that out of my system, may I recommend this excellent movie to you. This IS worth seeing on the big screen, especially if you only have a small screen at home. (I added that last bit because I was talking to a dear friend on the phone this afternoon and told her that she should catch this on the big screen, then we stopped and laughed because she's got a frigging home theatre set-up, so everything she watches is on the big screen. Sigh.)
I repeat: PWOAR! DROOOL! Hugh Jackman! David Bowie! Christian Bale! Scarlett Johanssen! A good story, full of ambition and revenge! Plot twists! Excellent sets and costumes! Watching the credits to a Thom Yorke song! Magicians! HAWT ACTORS!
What more do you need me to say? According to Wikipedia, this movie is based on the 1995 novel of the same name by Christopher Priest, something I shall be hunting down in my local secondhand book store, because apparently the differences are worth reading.
Oh, just go treat yourself. You won't regret it, and if you do, blame me.
Best Beloved left for Newcastle at 4.30, and Bumblebee arrived at 5. The suburb had a blackout at 5.30, so I decided to take Bumblebee to see Mal Webb, as I'd previously advertised. We sat with Crit and her Beloved, right up the front, which resulted in my being pulled up to waltz with Mal during his final song, much to Bumblebee's delight. He sang all our favorites, and a few new songs, one of which I swear was written for me: Day-old Porridge Brain.
The power is back on now, obviously. It's a bit worrying when the power cuts off and you have to find something to do that doesn't involve computers. it's usually not a problem for me, but today I had a minor technology withdrawal; thank goodness for Mal, otherwise I would have been forced to do some housework.
I think, since BB is not here to scowl at me, I will now watch another movie while the little B slumbers, make myself REALLY tired, and then hopefully sleep soundly myself. BB went to hs favorite Indian supply shop yesterday, and came back with a copy of the latest Bollywood to come through Canberra (which I missed), Don, starring Shahrukh Khan. I say again, peoples, PWOAR, WOO-HOO, DROOOL.