The English Patient and Dolly Parton
I hear the light and deliberate tickle of the piano as The English Patient plays in the background. How I used to play that soundtrack over and over. I think that is when I first fell madly for Ralph Fiennes. That is one man who needs to get more work. Again he moved me to tears in The Constant Gardener. He mesmerized me with total pain and anguish in The End of the Affair. He is just plain marvelous.
I suppose I wax poetically over film as this weekend is the Oscars! I feel like such a poo as I have seen so few films this year. Unfortunately, it just hurts so darned much to go sit in uncomfortable chairs for two and a half hours. The last film I saw was Glory Road, and well, that was a film remembered for its great acting or spectacular screenplay.
Shawn is at Parent Night at his school, so I am moping over the strains of The English Patient.
I hope Dolly Parton wins the Oscar for Original Song this year. She's been nominated before but has not won. She is such an outstanding song writer, it is a shame she doesn't have an Oscar yet. Bruce Springteen has one. Eminem has one. Carly Simon has one. Bon Jovi was nominated for one. If I had a vote with the Academy, I'd go for Dolly this year. Here's hoping that song "It's Just So Hard to Be a Pimp" doesn't beat her.
Been sick again, but hell, that's nothing freaking new. And the count is now 45 pounds lighter. My hanging-around-the-house skirt fell off me twice this weekend. Just plop! Off it slid. That sounds weird, but hey, true.
"Istanbul not Constantinople, no it's Istanbul not Constantinople..."
That damn song has been in my head since last night. "Even Old New York was once New Amsterdam, why they changed it I can't say, people just like it better that way..." Damn that Mona Lisa Smile film.
I suppose I wax poetically over film as this weekend is the Oscars! I feel like such a poo as I have seen so few films this year. Unfortunately, it just hurts so darned much to go sit in uncomfortable chairs for two and a half hours. The last film I saw was Glory Road, and well, that was a film remembered for its great acting or spectacular screenplay.
Shawn is at Parent Night at his school, so I am moping over the strains of The English Patient.
I hope Dolly Parton wins the Oscar for Original Song this year. She's been nominated before but has not won. She is such an outstanding song writer, it is a shame she doesn't have an Oscar yet. Bruce Springteen has one. Eminem has one. Carly Simon has one. Bon Jovi was nominated for one. If I had a vote with the Academy, I'd go for Dolly this year. Here's hoping that song "It's Just So Hard to Be a Pimp" doesn't beat her.
Been sick again, but hell, that's nothing freaking new. And the count is now 45 pounds lighter. My hanging-around-the-house skirt fell off me twice this weekend. Just plop! Off it slid. That sounds weird, but hey, true.
"Istanbul not Constantinople, no it's Istanbul not Constantinople..."
That damn song has been in my head since last night. "Even Old New York was once New Amsterdam, why they changed it I can't say, people just like it better that way..." Damn that Mona Lisa Smile film.