So I let God decide what film I should go see today. Well, sort of. The traffic was so bad in town today that I was too late for
Climates so I saw
Los Olvidados instead. Which was very good, in a slightly odd way. Lots of chickens, a dove, and something about a "pariah dog".
I also started Fernando Pessoa's Book of Disquiet: A Factless Autobiography, which is great, but at the same time I'm not sure if it's going to remain great over 400 pages, since I don't believe anything happens or is revealed. Still, lovely reflections on God, art, death, humanism, and all the other crap we have to put up with. And it's certainly one of the best novels about sitting in a bookkeeper's office being obsessed by a picture of a strangely melancholy woman on a toothpaste calendar.
I know this is a long shot, but has anyone heard the Hilary Duff album? The Guardian gave it a
four-star review; normally I'm skeptical of their critics but I think they gave Girls Aloud's Chemistry five stars. Duff certainly has
a good wigmaker, but With Love is still not quite Biology or
Samantha. Still,
Robyn's new album is out in just 9 days, for which we can all praise God.