Thoughts
I have now watched Fever Pitch on FX two times in two days. I first watched this movie on an airplane and liked it well enough then, but apparently I like it more each time I see it. If it's on tomorrow, by God, I'll probably watch it again.
Now as I wait for Pushing Daisies, I'm watching Designing Women, which markedly declined with the arrival of these two women in place of Charlene and Suzanne. Whoever they are. Anthony is giving a tearful speech to Julia, accompanied by slow piano music, about hard it is when women clutch their purses when he walks down the street. I much more enjoyed fiery moments like when Julia yelled at that horrible woman who came to show her home on the historic homes tour. And of course when she yelled at that beauty queen about the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
I don't even know what to say. I finished The Pigman for the fiftieth time, and mostly it just made me sad.
You know how they have "unexplained" versions of illnesses? Like my sister knows a girl who suddently went deaf in one ear one day. Boom. Unexplained deafness. Do you think there is such a thing as unexplained sadness? Maybe I am sad because I feel heavy and bulbous. Maybe I am sad because I got a C on a midterm in a class I've worked really hard in. Maybe I am sad because Daisy (spoiler-coded for the squeamish) somehow tore her dewclaw off and all that's left is a tiny bloody stump and I don't know what to do about it. Maybe I am sad because I don't know why I am working so hard in these classes when getting an actual degree will take years upon years and I don't even know why I want to get it. Maybe I am sad because all my boyfriend and I ever do in our "spare" time anymore is study. Well, I occasionally spend entire nights on the couch eating homemade stir fry with vegetables and brown rice and watching TV, just like always, but otherwise: studying. I don't know why I am sad. It is unexplained sadness. But it's sadness all the same.
How cute and wonderful is Pushing Daisies? It's like its makers knew just the TV show I needed this fall. And Barbara Barrie's name just appeared in the opening credits! Which is always a good thing. I loved her on Double Trouble, I loved her as Rick Sammler's mom on Once and Again, and I'm sure I'll love her on this.
What else is there to say about TV? I am most delighted that about the turn that Mark's storyline is taking on Ugly Betty, and any upcoming episode of it that features an outing to a Broadway show is just fine by me.
Movies I want to see: August Rush, Gone Baby Gone, The Darjeeling Limited, and Dan in Real Life, which I just found out has Norbert Leo Butz in it, for God's sake. And I love Juliette Binoche always. And I just found the clip of her talking about The English Patient on Inside the Actors Studio -- LOVE HER. (I dare tears not to prickle into your eyes almost two minutes into that clip.)
I am so proud of my friend Elizabeth as the opening night of her play approaches. She is a brave and talented woman.
Now as I wait for Pushing Daisies, I'm watching Designing Women, which markedly declined with the arrival of these two women in place of Charlene and Suzanne. Whoever they are. Anthony is giving a tearful speech to Julia, accompanied by slow piano music, about hard it is when women clutch their purses when he walks down the street. I much more enjoyed fiery moments like when Julia yelled at that horrible woman who came to show her home on the historic homes tour. And of course when she yelled at that beauty queen about the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
I don't even know what to say. I finished The Pigman for the fiftieth time, and mostly it just made me sad.
You know how they have "unexplained" versions of illnesses? Like my sister knows a girl who suddently went deaf in one ear one day. Boom. Unexplained deafness. Do you think there is such a thing as unexplained sadness? Maybe I am sad because I feel heavy and bulbous. Maybe I am sad because I got a C on a midterm in a class I've worked really hard in. Maybe I am sad because Daisy (spoiler-coded for the squeamish) somehow tore her dewclaw off and all that's left is a tiny bloody stump and I don't know what to do about it. Maybe I am sad because I don't know why I am working so hard in these classes when getting an actual degree will take years upon years and I don't even know why I want to get it. Maybe I am sad because all my boyfriend and I ever do in our "spare" time anymore is study. Well, I occasionally spend entire nights on the couch eating homemade stir fry with vegetables and brown rice and watching TV, just like always, but otherwise: studying. I don't know why I am sad. It is unexplained sadness. But it's sadness all the same.
How cute and wonderful is Pushing Daisies? It's like its makers knew just the TV show I needed this fall. And Barbara Barrie's name just appeared in the opening credits! Which is always a good thing. I loved her on Double Trouble, I loved her as Rick Sammler's mom on Once and Again, and I'm sure I'll love her on this.
What else is there to say about TV? I am most delighted that about the turn that Mark's storyline is taking on Ugly Betty, and any upcoming episode of it that features an outing to a Broadway show is just fine by me.
Movies I want to see: August Rush, Gone Baby Gone, The Darjeeling Limited, and Dan in Real Life, which I just found out has Norbert Leo Butz in it, for God's sake. And I love Juliette Binoche always. And I just found the clip of her talking about The English Patient on Inside the Actors Studio -- LOVE HER. (I dare tears not to prickle into your eyes almost two minutes into that clip.)
I am so proud of my friend Elizabeth as the opening night of her play approaches. She is a brave and talented woman.
posted by eliza @ 6:52 PM
4 Comments:
I didn't know Norbert Leo Butz was in the movie! Must see! Love him in The Last Five Years...and Wicked...
Hee, I knew it was Norbert when I saw his name in the opening credits (you can't very well forget a name like Norbert Butz), but then there was that one scene in the movie...well, I can't give it away. But as soon as it happened, I was like, "Aww, it's the first Roger I ever saw, only without the flannel pants!" That movie is awesome on so many levels.
I'm so sorry you're sad. It's no fun at all.
Yes, I think there can be unexplained sadness. Actually, I think a whole lot of things are unexplainable, and as people we just try because we are hopeless control freaks. Or I am. I've just started reading your blog, but I hope things get better.
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