Boys and girls of every age (wouldn't you like to see something strange)
Wheeeee!!
So, I went to the silent movie last night with a couple of friends (I dressed up as a princess and probably looked very silly, but whatevs). Last year, the movie was kind of meh, but this year? This year it was the Lon Chaney Phantom of the Opera. With live organ music. It was beyond brilliant.
I was interested in how unromantic this Phantom is. It's very capital-R Romantic, with swooning and exaggerated expressions and whatnot, but the Phantom himself is clearly no kind of tragic hero. The one half-decent bit of acting as we would recognize it (genre convention having changed) was that Christine looks really, seriously, revulsed and freaked out even before she takes off the mask. Like, "Oooh, I have a secret admirer...oooh, mysterious rendez-vous...oh, mysterious admirer not as sexy as I'd pictured...rather creepy actually...wait what the fuck is that a wedding dress?!"
And then when the movie was over the friends I saw it with and I stood around talking outside for a while, until we realized it was like one in the morning and we were standing outside the chapel talking about languages. So we went to one of their rooms and talked more. As in, we successfully talked down the partygoers--I got back to my own room at 5, and my hall was no longer being made of loudness and fail.
So I think this counts as a success for operation: make more friends, geez louise woman. And it's Saturday, so I could sleep in.
When I went out for lunch, the bells were playing "Angel of Music". It made the day look brighter already.
So, I went to the silent movie last night with a couple of friends (I dressed up as a princess and probably looked very silly, but whatevs). Last year, the movie was kind of meh, but this year? This year it was the Lon Chaney Phantom of the Opera. With live organ music. It was beyond brilliant.
I was interested in how unromantic this Phantom is. It's very capital-R Romantic, with swooning and exaggerated expressions and whatnot, but the Phantom himself is clearly no kind of tragic hero. The one half-decent bit of acting as we would recognize it (genre convention having changed) was that Christine looks really, seriously, revulsed and freaked out even before she takes off the mask. Like, "Oooh, I have a secret admirer...oooh, mysterious rendez-vous...oh, mysterious admirer not as sexy as I'd pictured...rather creepy actually...wait what the fuck is that a wedding dress?!"
And then when the movie was over the friends I saw it with and I stood around talking outside for a while, until we realized it was like one in the morning and we were standing outside the chapel talking about languages. So we went to one of their rooms and talked more. As in, we successfully talked down the partygoers--I got back to my own room at 5, and my hall was no longer being made of loudness and fail.
So I think this counts as a success for operation: make more friends, geez louise woman. And it's Saturday, so I could sleep in.
When I went out for lunch, the bells were playing "Angel of Music". It made the day look brighter already.