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If, by this afternoon, I was feeling better already, the process was certainly helped along by a generous helping of pumpkin bread from the also very generous ribby, who, I am convinced, is the best pumpkin bread baker in all of pumpkin breadery ever. And it was all the better because it was baked special for me, out of appreciation, and when you're sick and given to bouts of sentimental blubbering (or sneezing, all the same), that means a lot. Thank you, ribby. It is delicioius. :)
Of course it's possible the healing process began yesterday when I received A Killing Wind from nutmeg, also a ridiculously kind and generous lady. But I watched it today (while eating pumpkin bread!), and there's nothing like a little Bean for the flu, nevermind chicken soup. It was an enjoyable film, a sight more enjoyable than the only other young Bean film I've seen. The ending was slightly anticlimactic... I didn't expect it to end there at all, but once the idea of it settles it's a good ending. I did notice something curious, though, that filmmakers back then seemed to like to put Bean in the bath. There are a couple of bath shots in this one, a couple more face-washings, hand washings. Not that I'm complainging, mind . At first I wanted to make some connection with washing away the sand and washing away Africa, but he was still bathing by the end of the film and his decision that he was truly an Afrikaaner, so I just chalked it up to good hygiene. :) Long story short, thank you, nutmeg! He was lovely.
I lied, actually, I have seen one other young Bean film, and while I started it a few days ago, I finished it today: Caravaggio, sent to me by the lovely and obliging, mrkinch. It was a strange film, but rightly so, I think. Very sad at times. And if that was not enough, today I recieved from her not only another Oysterband album, but also Use Well The Days, which I think came from the special trilogy edition soundtrack (is that right??). A beautiful song and wonderful Shore footage. One of my favorite parts was the lyrics section, as I had not before known most of the lyics to the elvish verses. So, for the 295th time, thank you, mrkinch! For the expected and unexpected lovelies.
With all this thanking going on, I realize I never (publically) thanked notarysojac and fileg for all their kindness and generosity, making my life quite a bit easier. Thank you, notarysojac and fileg for the discs and then some!
Being sick and lazy, I've spent most of the last two days watching movies. The BeanFilm you've heard about, but there was also BettanyFilm in the form of The Heart of Me, a love affair story that turns out to be a sister story and both are good. And Bettany is wonderful and beautiful and every time he cried I just fell apart (or sneezed, once again, all the same).
Girl With the Pearl Earring I have wanted to see since it came out but had not. It's beautiful. Practically every frame could have been painted by Vermeer. And for all that it contained very little actual sex, whereas The Heart of Me had a lot, it was more erotic in my mind. Stunning cinematography. Lovelovelove this one.
Ever since I read about Goodbye Lenin in queenofthorns's journal, I've been keenly interested. It's a great mother/son story, which is hardly all that it's about. It's funny and serious and thoughtful and loving, and you can't help but be taken in by Alex's ideal version of East Berlin, or at least the hope of it.
I was pretty busy for a sick girl, eh?
Of course it's possible the healing process began yesterday when I received A Killing Wind from nutmeg, also a ridiculously kind and generous lady. But I watched it today (while eating pumpkin bread!), and there's nothing like a little Bean for the flu, nevermind chicken soup. It was an enjoyable film, a sight more enjoyable than the only other young Bean film I've seen. The ending was slightly anticlimactic... I didn't expect it to end there at all, but once the idea of it settles it's a good ending. I did notice something curious, though, that filmmakers back then seemed to like to put Bean in the bath. There are a couple of bath shots in this one, a couple more face-washings, hand washings. Not that I'm complainging, mind . At first I wanted to make some connection with washing away the sand and washing away Africa, but he was still bathing by the end of the film and his decision that he was truly an Afrikaaner, so I just chalked it up to good hygiene. :) Long story short, thank you, nutmeg! He was lovely.
I lied, actually, I have seen one other young Bean film, and while I started it a few days ago, I finished it today: Caravaggio, sent to me by the lovely and obliging, mrkinch. It was a strange film, but rightly so, I think. Very sad at times. And if that was not enough, today I recieved from her not only another Oysterband album, but also Use Well The Days, which I think came from the special trilogy edition soundtrack (is that right??). A beautiful song and wonderful Shore footage. One of my favorite parts was the lyrics section, as I had not before known most of the lyics to the elvish verses. So, for the 295th time, thank you, mrkinch! For the expected and unexpected lovelies.
With all this thanking going on, I realize I never (publically) thanked notarysojac and fileg for all their kindness and generosity, making my life quite a bit easier. Thank you, notarysojac and fileg for the discs and then some!
Being sick and lazy, I've spent most of the last two days watching movies. The BeanFilm you've heard about, but there was also BettanyFilm in the form of The Heart of Me, a love affair story that turns out to be a sister story and both are good. And Bettany is wonderful and beautiful and every time he cried I just fell apart (or sneezed, once again, all the same).
Girl With the Pearl Earring I have wanted to see since it came out but had not. It's beautiful. Practically every frame could have been painted by Vermeer. And for all that it contained very little actual sex, whereas The Heart of Me had a lot, it was more erotic in my mind. Stunning cinematography. Lovelovelove this one.
Ever since I read about Goodbye Lenin in queenofthorns's journal, I've been keenly interested. It's a great mother/son story, which is hardly all that it's about. It's funny and serious and thoughtful and loving, and you can't help but be taken in by Alex's ideal version of East Berlin, or at least the hope of it.
I was pretty busy for a sick girl, eh?