shloooooooop! (the sound of a sucessful sponge)
wednesday: "the dreamers"
thursday: "happiness"
friday: "bande à part", "black snake moan", & "ratatouille"
future movie night plans...
1) audrey hepburn ("breakfast at tiffany's", "roman holiday", "sabrina", & "funny face")
2) the classics (ava gardner, grace kelly, bridget bardot, etc.)
3) la nouvelle vague (godard, truffaut, & melville)
3) the great sex-scene-a-thon ("say anything" & "cruel intentions")
4) buscemi-a-go-go ("ghost world", "13 moons", & "the big lebowski")
and-and-and... aronofsky, svankmajer, bertolucci, belmondo, anna karina, i just want to absorb everything!
and the movies lead to the music -- edith piaf, françoise hardy, serge gainsbourg...
and somehow, the movies and the music lead to the books. or maybe the books lead to the two of them. or maybe they're the trifecta of the arts, in which case i'm in the wrong arena -- opening an art gallery and all.
now i'm finally tackling flaubert's "madame bovary". i'm finding myself increasingly empathetic to the madame, and not a little bit annoyed with her at the same time. today: french realism and the july monarchy, tomorrow: "anna karenina"; then, who knows...maybe even some pushkin if i'm feeling adventurous.
if anyone reads "the yiddish policeman's union" or "what is the what?", let me know what you think. i haven't started either yet.
my goodness, i'm feeling culturally sponge-y. i'm absolutely in love with freedom of expression right now.
in other news, i'm a birthday forgetting idiot of a supposed friend. what with the gallery and the godard, i've completely lost track of the days, but it doesn't excuse my idiocy.
thursday: "happiness"
friday: "bande à part", "black snake moan", & "ratatouille"
future movie night plans...
1) audrey hepburn ("breakfast at tiffany's", "roman holiday", "sabrina", & "funny face")
2) the classics (ava gardner, grace kelly, bridget bardot, etc.)
3) la nouvelle vague (godard, truffaut, & melville)
3) the great sex-scene-a-thon ("say anything" & "cruel intentions")
4) buscemi-a-go-go ("ghost world", "13 moons", & "the big lebowski")
and-and-and... aronofsky, svankmajer, bertolucci, belmondo, anna karina, i just want to absorb everything!
and the movies lead to the music -- edith piaf, françoise hardy, serge gainsbourg...
and somehow, the movies and the music lead to the books. or maybe the books lead to the two of them. or maybe they're the trifecta of the arts, in which case i'm in the wrong arena -- opening an art gallery and all.
now i'm finally tackling flaubert's "madame bovary". i'm finding myself increasingly empathetic to the madame, and not a little bit annoyed with her at the same time. today: french realism and the july monarchy, tomorrow: "anna karenina"; then, who knows...maybe even some pushkin if i'm feeling adventurous.
if anyone reads "the yiddish policeman's union" or "what is the what?", let me know what you think. i haven't started either yet.
my goodness, i'm feeling culturally sponge-y. i'm absolutely in love with freedom of expression right now.
in other news, i'm a birthday forgetting idiot of a supposed friend. what with the gallery and the godard, i've completely lost track of the days, but it doesn't excuse my idiocy.