Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
I watched the one of the Cutest Damn Movies Ever this weekend.
Well, two of them, actually.
I watched Water Horse: Legend of the Deep on Friday night. It was adorable, and precious. The setting was magnificent; you could just feel the crisp, beautiful Scottish air, and I thought the water horse itself was well-done. Both cute as hell, and sufficiently intimidating. It made me all warm and fuzzy.
The second Cutest Damn Movie Ever was a made-for-TV thing called Voyage of the Unicorn. It was done in two episodes. It was this epic tale of sorts, Narnia-like, about a mythology professor who gets sucked into the land of imagination with his two rather adorable daughters to fulfill a prophecy of sorts involving Titania, Oberon, a dragon, a unicorn, trolls, and a fabulous cast of mythological figures, like the Minotaur and Medusa. It was a tad cheesy in spots, but I loved it so hard. I've never managed to outgrow my love of kid-friendly movies.
...On the other hand, I also watched The Good Girl, with Jennifer Aniston and Jake Gyllenhaal and Immortal Beloved, both of which involved plenty of gratuitous nudity and sexx0ring. The first movie...eh. It was okay. I wouldn't watch it again. Jake Gyllenhaal was a creepy motherfucker. JAniston was awkward, but I think she was supposed to be. Awkward and not terribly bright. Immortal Beloved was pretty good. It's about Beethoven, and the woman he was in love with. My angel, my all, my very self. I thought Gary Oldman was brilliant, and reminded me, at times, of my grandfather.
In other news, I also finished Little Altars Everywhere, the companion book of sorts to Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. It painted a drastically different picture of the Ya-Yas, and it took me forever to finish. It was...okay. I wasn't particularly emotionally invested in the characters. Not as uncaringly so as I was when I read, say, Twilight by any means, but I just...wasn't feeling it that much.
I started reading Women of the Silk by Gail Tsukiyama last night. Totally different experience. I'm tearing through it, like I have her other books. She's an amazing author; her writing is very delicate and poetic, but not in an overbearing sort of way. Reading her books is like...like that sigh that escapes when you slide into a warm bath at the end of the day. This one I'd actually recommend. Go forth and read some Gail Tsukiyama. You'll be glad you did.
Well, two of them, actually.
I watched Water Horse: Legend of the Deep on Friday night. It was adorable, and precious. The setting was magnificent; you could just feel the crisp, beautiful Scottish air, and I thought the water horse itself was well-done. Both cute as hell, and sufficiently intimidating. It made me all warm and fuzzy.
The second Cutest Damn Movie Ever was a made-for-TV thing called Voyage of the Unicorn. It was done in two episodes. It was this epic tale of sorts, Narnia-like, about a mythology professor who gets sucked into the land of imagination with his two rather adorable daughters to fulfill a prophecy of sorts involving Titania, Oberon, a dragon, a unicorn, trolls, and a fabulous cast of mythological figures, like the Minotaur and Medusa. It was a tad cheesy in spots, but I loved it so hard. I've never managed to outgrow my love of kid-friendly movies.
...On the other hand, I also watched The Good Girl, with Jennifer Aniston and Jake Gyllenhaal and Immortal Beloved, both of which involved plenty of gratuitous nudity and sexx0ring. The first movie...eh. It was okay. I wouldn't watch it again. Jake Gyllenhaal was a creepy motherfucker. JAniston was awkward, but I think she was supposed to be. Awkward and not terribly bright. Immortal Beloved was pretty good. It's about Beethoven, and the woman he was in love with. My angel, my all, my very self. I thought Gary Oldman was brilliant, and reminded me, at times, of my grandfather.
In other news, I also finished Little Altars Everywhere, the companion book of sorts to Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. It painted a drastically different picture of the Ya-Yas, and it took me forever to finish. It was...okay. I wasn't particularly emotionally invested in the characters. Not as uncaringly so as I was when I read, say, Twilight by any means, but I just...wasn't feeling it that much.
I started reading Women of the Silk by Gail Tsukiyama last night. Totally different experience. I'm tearing through it, like I have her other books. She's an amazing author; her writing is very delicate and poetic, but not in an overbearing sort of way. Reading her books is like...like that sigh that escapes when you slide into a warm bath at the end of the day. This one I'd actually recommend. Go forth and read some Gail Tsukiyama. You'll be glad you did.