Feeling better and all movied up
Well I am feeling almost human. The insides are still confined to a chicken soup, toast, and 7Up diet but monotonous though it is it seems to be helping. I feel stronger, less mucous intensive and waaaay less shaky.
Myles celebrated this by sending me out to the movies last night with Marie to see 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. I think he may have repented of his kindness slightly when we gound out that the running time was 156 minutes, but he valiantly did not back out and did all the dinner and bedtime routine with DD by himself. Long live the glorious husband!!! I really did enjoy the film too, though I would have watched about anything for a chance to get out of the house.
Of all the Potter movies I felt that this was the best. I didn't look at my watch once. It had an unfilmable book as its base and so was forced to make choices, edit and select and most of the decisions were good ones. There was next to no exposition in the early stages, which I thought was a good idea and a good many key concepts were mentioned once, fast and if you blinked you missed it, no second chances (I still don't know who won the world cup - though I'm guessing they kept Rowling's result) and the whole thing rattled along at a fair pace that made the time zip by. I was puzzled by the fact that Victor Krum didn't get to speak a word until his very last scene. I was toying with the idea that perhaps he didn't actually have an Equity card but then there was inarticulate howlage in the maze (and I think that counts as a speaking part for Union purposes) and finally an Awww! moment with Hermione where he uses about 5 actual words. What going on huh? Perhaps his English wasn't up to it.
The usual roll call of British acting establishment was as rich as ever. It was very odd though to see the new Dr Who, who as Barty Crouch Jnr. was kneeling at Voldemort's feet wearing, apparently, his Dr Who costume. Very cog' diss'! Truly scary though was how good Frances de le Tour looked as Madame Maxime. There is an actress who was playing woman-past-her-prime in Rising Damp way back when I was under 10 years old. 30 years later she looks better now than she did then. I can only assume that they did a real Pauline McGlynn/Mrs Doyle number on her back in the 70s and made her look a couple of decades older than her real age. It took my breath - such as it is at the minute.
Didn't miss the whole House Elf / SPEW (and there's an acronym I'm willing to bet doesn't travel successfully) subplot and I thought after Dobby doing so well we'd be stuck with it. Thank heavens for time constraints.
OTOH I was stunned by the number of small kids people brought to see this. It is very dark and scary at the end, with homunculi being dropped into cauldrons, Wormtail sawing off his own hand, Cedric being killed BANG out of hand, and his grieving father screaming over his corpse. Ralph Feinnes is very intense and menacing, in spite of being given a bastard of a heavy make up job to have to act through. Small, scared voices saying 'Mama, is that boy going to be alright?' and 'Mama, who's that bad man?' and leaving the cinema in tears at the end made me want to clout their damn parents over the head.
Myles celebrated this by sending me out to the movies last night with Marie to see 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. I think he may have repented of his kindness slightly when we gound out that the running time was 156 minutes, but he valiantly did not back out and did all the dinner and bedtime routine with DD by himself. Long live the glorious husband!!! I really did enjoy the film too, though I would have watched about anything for a chance to get out of the house.
Of all the Potter movies I felt that this was the best. I didn't look at my watch once. It had an unfilmable book as its base and so was forced to make choices, edit and select and most of the decisions were good ones. There was next to no exposition in the early stages, which I thought was a good idea and a good many key concepts were mentioned once, fast and if you blinked you missed it, no second chances (I still don't know who won the world cup - though I'm guessing they kept Rowling's result) and the whole thing rattled along at a fair pace that made the time zip by. I was puzzled by the fact that Victor Krum didn't get to speak a word until his very last scene. I was toying with the idea that perhaps he didn't actually have an Equity card but then there was inarticulate howlage in the maze (and I think that counts as a speaking part for Union purposes) and finally an Awww! moment with Hermione where he uses about 5 actual words. What going on huh? Perhaps his English wasn't up to it.
The usual roll call of British acting establishment was as rich as ever. It was very odd though to see the new Dr Who, who as Barty Crouch Jnr. was kneeling at Voldemort's feet wearing, apparently, his Dr Who costume. Very cog' diss'! Truly scary though was how good Frances de le Tour looked as Madame Maxime. There is an actress who was playing woman-past-her-prime in Rising Damp way back when I was under 10 years old. 30 years later she looks better now than she did then. I can only assume that they did a real Pauline McGlynn/Mrs Doyle number on her back in the 70s and made her look a couple of decades older than her real age. It took my breath - such as it is at the minute.
Didn't miss the whole House Elf / SPEW (and there's an acronym I'm willing to bet doesn't travel successfully) subplot and I thought after Dobby doing so well we'd be stuck with it. Thank heavens for time constraints.
OTOH I was stunned by the number of small kids people brought to see this. It is very dark and scary at the end, with homunculi being dropped into cauldrons, Wormtail sawing off his own hand, Cedric being killed BANG out of hand, and his grieving father screaming over his corpse. Ralph Feinnes is very intense and menacing, in spite of being given a bastard of a heavy make up job to have to act through. Small, scared voices saying 'Mama, is that boy going to be alright?' and 'Mama, who's that bad man?' and leaving the cinema in tears at the end made me want to clout their damn parents over the head.