I’m a movie junkie. Hardcore on a drip junkie.
It’s a Dido day, despite my addiction to the Garden State Soundtrack. You’re going to have to bear down with me here because I’m about to “girl out” in a very chick-flick way. Alfie. I can’t fcuking wait. Two words: Jude Law. I saw the original with Michael Caine, and I’m sorry, Michael Caine, even in his heyday full of fantastic lighting and forgiving camera angles was never a two-word bold-faced Jude Law.
More than Alfie, I am desperate to see Closer. Desperate in a very heaving bosom, breathy way. The opening sequence of the trailer is all drama in that “why can’t that be my life” way, except without being hit by the truck.
Sideways is me. I’m Paul Giamatti in a skirt. From the disdain of merlot to quirky seriousness. In a skirt I tell you.
Raising Helen is now out on DVD. I’ll watch it at least 3 times this weekend, then I’ll walk around cleaning the apartment quoting the movie to the dog.
It’s Friday, which means a movie. I have to sneak away this afternoon for some “creative inspiration.” I hope it rains all weekend so I can write and wear socks and drink tea and snuggle. Sunny weekends in Manhattan are going to be the death of me.