"Eeeediieee!"
was at my cousin's (well, aunt's) house, spending the evening. cousin had taped this documentary the other day and we decided to watch it. it was grey gardens, the 1975 piece about the two Edith Bouvier Beales that lived in a run-down mansion in East Hampton. these two women, mother and daughter, former members of high society, now completely reclusive, remembering days long gone past and arguing about anything. what an amazing story. find it if you can, it's truly amazing. especially the daughter, who at fifty-five felt more like fifteen, and not in a good way...
and another odd fact: i had no idea the sound bit at the beginning of rufus wainwright's "grey gardens" is in fact straight from the documentary. it felt really bizarre suddenly to hear someone saying this really familiar line and realising where i'd heard it before like a million times. huh. figure that.
grrk. early wake-up tomorrow, should be asleep.
and another odd fact: i had no idea the sound bit at the beginning of rufus wainwright's "grey gardens" is in fact straight from the documentary. it felt really bizarre suddenly to hear someone saying this really familiar line and realising where i'd heard it before like a million times. huh. figure that.
grrk. early wake-up tomorrow, should be asleep.