Went and saw the screening of
HOT FUZZ last night and it's definitely a movie whose charms grow on one more and more after it's over. I really want to see it again, though if I'm paying I'd rather see it at a brewpubtheater, because booze really improves it (as I discovered, taking some solid hits of rye from my flask about 40 minutes in). I want to make out with HOT FUZZ. It's delightful.
Probably thanks to the valerian tea that I've been drinking every night in a not-always-successful attempt to get to sleep at a reasonable time, I dreamed that Sasha Baron Cohen was in it, unrecognizable, under mounds of latex and digital effects as a horribly mutated and gory creature, who was nonetheless incredibly funny. He could only have improved the movie if that were really true. Also, oddly enough, I dreamed about
Morena Baccarin, and woke up with her name echoing in my head as a kind of odd mantra. It is a beautiful name and she is a beautiful woman. I don't know where it came from (besides glancing at some news item regarding her and the planned WONDER WOMAN movie, now 100% Joss Whedon-free) but it just got teased out of my subconscious and stuck in there.
The Heroes hiatus sucks so, so hard it's not even funny. The combination of that, and my inability to access Television Without Pity forums for the last few weeks, has really harshed my mellow. I can't even read any press about the show - I have the Wizard magazine cover issue and the SCIFI Magazine cover issue in my work desk drawer, taunting me, but I dare not open them because I have a feeling they are chock full of nasty, rotten spoilers, and I am trying to keep myself pure. I've done very well so far; I am strong. I have other things to think about. They're not as good, of course, but they are other things.