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I just watched "The Interpreter." I liked it a lot, actually. Nice to see a suspensful movie once in awhile instead of my usual death/love/tragedy/rising up of the human spirit. Although, it did have a lot of that in it.
It reminded me of Che. The last scene, in the safe room. That's what I would have been like with Che, I think. It was so weird. I could TOTALLY identify with that last scene to the point where I was actually feeling my blood pressure rise along with Nicole Kidman's character. So weird.
Thanksgiving was good. My sense of taste came back in time for dinner which was a huge huge huge huge huge huge relief. And, if I do say so myself, the dessert was the best part: pumpkin cheesecake with rum-pecan caramel sauce. Picture:
I didn't take that - its from Bon Appetit magazine, where I got the recipe, in case you were wondering.
It reminded me of Che. The last scene, in the safe room. That's what I would have been like with Che, I think. It was so weird. I could TOTALLY identify with that last scene to the point where I was actually feeling my blood pressure rise along with Nicole Kidman's character. So weird.
Thanksgiving was good. My sense of taste came back in time for dinner which was a huge huge huge huge huge huge relief. And, if I do say so myself, the dessert was the best part: pumpkin cheesecake with rum-pecan caramel sauce. Picture:
I didn't take that - its from Bon Appetit magazine, where I got the recipe, in case you were wondering.