On Monday evening in the company of
varina8, I saw
A Matter of Size, a perfectly delightful Israeli comedy about an overweight fellow and his friends who decide to quit dieting and become sumo wrestlers. Herzl, the protagonist, works at a Japanese restaurant the owner of which was once a sumo coach and was run out of Japan by the Yakuza. At least, that's what everyone around him thinks. In fact, a lot of the entertainment, pathos, and panache of this film is about what people think about themselves, each other, and the way things ought to be. I enjoyed the hell out of it. Try to see it if you can. YOu'll smile the whole way through.
I had a massage yesterday. Today my back feel like I got whipped. I can't lean back against anything, it hurts so bad.
Someone else in the building is cooking beef and the smell is permeating my condo. I haven't had dinner yet because I've been working all day. Food is coming, but I expect to be working all night, too. I hope the scent dissipates.
I'm so tired. Some of it is the massage. Some of it is getting up extra early to work. I'm having trouble being happy about much of anything right now. It's all just exhaustion.
I have so much work to do. I hope it won't stop me from going to see the complete
Metropolis tomorrow night at SIFF with
jackwilliambell,
e_bourne, and
markbourne I want so much to see it, but I have so much work to do.