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Tuesday, 1 May 2007 06:04 pm'Tis the merry month of May, and as usual a new month signals the fact that I've not done half of the things I should have done months ago. Bother.
Lovely day wine-routing today with jo&stv and the Evil Landlord - we drove out to Riebeck in a wonderful low-lying cloud, with trees looming unexpectedly out of the mist and wispy bits of fog drifting around. Magical, and very slightly creepy. Good wine and company, beautiful scenery, and we returned with the car laden and labouring under the weight of boxes and boxes of quality booze. This is a good part of the world. It would be better if I wasn't feeling so BLOODY SICK all the time, though.
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In keeping with the slightly dislocated mood of holiday, we also saw The Last Mimzy last night, emerging with the consensus that it was... cute. Cute kids, cute special effects, and the terrifying free reign of Hollywood sensibilities allowed to warp into saccharine, easy shape a tale which should have been disturbing and slightly creepy, like the mist. Even before reading the story the film was based on my sense was that the film was distorting a narrative which should have been slight, almost disconnected, an exercise in more or less random cause and effect. The neat, twee shape of the film imposed too much purpose on the idea: the story meditates primarily on the fact that kids are actually rum and alien little buggers, when you get down to it, rather than the world-saving angels the film presents. Also, the film barely touched on the Alice links, which annoys me. Never let slip a chance for a good bit of Victorian surreal, say I.
Lovely day wine-routing today with jo&stv and the Evil Landlord - we drove out to Riebeck in a wonderful low-lying cloud, with trees looming unexpectedly out of the mist and wispy bits of fog drifting around. Magical, and very slightly creepy. Good wine and company, beautiful scenery, and we returned with the car laden and labouring under the weight of boxes and boxes of quality booze. This is a good part of the world. It would be better if I wasn't feeling so BLOODY SICK all the time, though.
. In keeping with the slightly dislocated mood of holiday, we also saw The Last Mimzy last night, emerging with the consensus that it was... cute. Cute kids, cute special effects, and the terrifying free reign of Hollywood sensibilities allowed to warp into saccharine, easy shape a tale which should have been disturbing and slightly creepy, like the mist. Even before reading the story the film was based on my sense was that the film was distorting a narrative which should have been slight, almost disconnected, an exercise in more or less random cause and effect. The neat, twee shape of the film imposed too much purpose on the idea: the story meditates primarily on the fact that kids are actually rum and alien little buggers, when you get down to it, rather than the world-saving angels the film presents. Also, the film barely touched on the Alice links, which annoys me. Never let slip a chance for a good bit of Victorian surreal, say I.
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