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not so dusty
Tuesday, 16 October 2007 09:19 amWatching Jackson's Fellowship of the Ring for the first time was an amazing, breathtaking experience: I came out of the cinema on a sort of fantastical high, completely seduced and absorbed by the sudden vivid reality of my favourite fantasy realm and its people. Of course, I then had the happy daze burst, like a bubble, by the bloody depressive boyfriend of the time, who turned to me and said dismissively, "Well, the first third was total crap, of course", thus coming, had he only known it, a hairsbreadth from death by strangulation.
I am happy to note that, while Stardust induced the same sort of glowing euphoria, my fellow watchers were far more civilised, and were happy to join me in babbling enthusiastically about the film. Now that I've come down from the high, it might be possible for me to talk about the movie more or less objectively, although I did find myself recommending it to my fairy-tale class yesterday in somewhat extreme terms only slightly leavened by academic sense of any sort ("It's beautiful! cute hero! wheee! Oh, also adult fairy tale, blah."). I shall, however, cunningly conceal my ramblings behind the cut, as otherwise![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strawberryfrog and other benighted UKers (hee) will grumble at me, possibly justifiably.
( Stardust! Dust of stars! )
Last Night I Dreamed: I had to stand in for Britney Spears in a rather athletic dance routine at a variety concert in North Africa. I was somewhat worried that I didn't know the song or the words well enough to lipsynch, but fortunately the building was attacked, just before I was due to perform, by a horde of Muslim fundamentalists who abseiled in through the roof. My momentary fear that they may mistake me for Britney, and off me in the interests of decorum and good taste, was allayed when I realised that, having run out of their own deposits of lead and mithril, they were after the region's iron mines. I apparently survived the experience, as a later segment of dream involved Rhieinwen running me an amazing bath, in a giant Victorian tub, with lavender-scented bubble bath she'd given me for my birthday.
I am happy to note that, while Stardust induced the same sort of glowing euphoria, my fellow watchers were far more civilised, and were happy to join me in babbling enthusiastically about the film. Now that I've come down from the high, it might be possible for me to talk about the movie more or less objectively, although I did find myself recommending it to my fairy-tale class yesterday in somewhat extreme terms only slightly leavened by academic sense of any sort ("It's beautiful! cute hero! wheee! Oh, also adult fairy tale, blah."). I shall, however, cunningly conceal my ramblings behind the cut, as otherwise
strawberryfrog and other benighted UKers (hee) will grumble at me, possibly justifiably.( Stardust! Dust of stars! )
Last Night I Dreamed: I had to stand in for Britney Spears in a rather athletic dance routine at a variety concert in North Africa. I was somewhat worried that I didn't know the song or the words well enough to lipsynch, but fortunately the building was attacked, just before I was due to perform, by a horde of Muslim fundamentalists who abseiled in through the roof. My momentary fear that they may mistake me for Britney, and off me in the interests of decorum and good taste, was allayed when I realised that, having run out of their own deposits of lead and mithril, they were after the region's iron mines. I apparently survived the experience, as a later segment of dream involved Rhieinwen running me an amazing bath, in a giant Victorian tub, with lavender-scented bubble bath she'd given me for my birthday.
