For once, I'm not on a deadline of any kind this weekend. So I am retreating to the valley of dilly-dally for a few days. Won't post again until class starts Tuesday.
If you need movie recs, I saw two good 'uns after a months-long drought. Wedding Crashers, which presents convincing evidence that Vince and Owen are the Bob and Bing of their generation. Vince's mile-a-second riffs just slay me and Owen, in the right light, looks like a young Redford. Men with big noses can be really sessy, oh, yessss.
Broken Flowers is a Jim Jarmusch film, which means it has a sloooow pace and no ending. But Bill Murray's careworn face and sad eyes are heartbreakingly beautiful. He's better in this than in Lost in Translation, which I also loved (mainly for the dreamy soundtrack). The four women in the film (ex-g-friends of Bill's character) are played by a much de-glammed Sharon Stone, a much more-glammed Frances Conroy (the hippie mom of Six Feet Under), Jessica Lange (who has become Gena Rowlands somehow) and a nearly unrecognizable Tilda Swinton (although isn't she always?). Like About Schmidt, this movie finds an older man trying to escape his loneliness and ennui by looking at mistakes of his past and trying to rectify them.
OK, back to a few days of sloth. See you on the flip side.