Then I walked up to the little arthouse cinema up town and saw The Road, having read the book, as Lennon sung (was it Lennon that sung that bit?)Jeez it was bleak, but not quite as depressing as I expected. In fact, it was quite uplifting in a way, though I'd not suggest it's a must see for everyone.
There were gruesome things in the book not in the film. And the film didn't seem gratuitous at all, despite the goriness, quite hard to carry that off I think. The sound was superb, we're never told what the apocalyptic 'event' is/was, but the rumbling weather that accompanies the two whilst on the road is beyond spooky.
Yea, it was a good movie.
I was kind of hoping to be sitting in the bar at the lighthouse (the cinema) with a glass of wine reading my Arthur and George book looking all curly and arty giving people a teasingly tantalising glimpse of my PiL T-shirt behind my baggy grey top and interesting scruffy jacket. But it was closed, so I ended up in the nearby Wetherspoons 'beer for a quid' pub with the street urchins, ne'er do wells and smelly pan handlers. Where do they all come from?
I got back at midnight the flat was warm and smelled of coffee and incense and I liked that so I listened to Stereolab and thought about nice things till I fell asleep.
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Have I told you I bought a new guitar and I'm going for lessons? I'm intending to take the grades. I've spent a few hours practicing this week, and I'm hoping by the summer I'll be good enough to whittle a folky tune out somewhere in some field outside my tent. Yay! Flute an all!
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It tried to snow again today.
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