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to melt your cold cold heart
mood: 
indescribable
indescribableOdd week. Not bad, after a fashion, and certain parts were exceedingly good, but before that there was some very unnecessary nastiness and today there has been something that could well be a hangover of a hangover... I'm pole-axed, basically, to the point where I left work early to come home and watch the Miss Pettigrew dvd that has been sitting staring at me longingly since... Tuesday?
Odd week as well in that so much happened, and so much of that meant something. It's been a bit of a gutpunch, I guess. But things are better today than they were at the weekend, so the small mercies are finally kicking in. But this is the 'here was my week' post, so as I don't forget.
Weekend was horrendous, on so many levels I don't even want to think about it any more. Boxing day evening was fun - apparently I actually rock at Wii Fit, who knew - but Saturday was nasty.
After all the drama, there was pizza and a re-watch of Twilight, ( Read more... )
Sunday was... gawd knows. Gym, I think; it's all a bit hazy. There was a brief scheduling scuffle between The 39 Steps and Affinity, but the Buchan rocked in comparison so I wish I'd just watched that now. Didn't really have the quibble about adding in the 'feminism rocks' suffragette girly that some people did - it was all a tad convoluted what she did and who she worked for but I could happily watch Rupert Penry-Jones play baffled, affable and chivalrous for hours on end, so long as he goes nowhere near an Austen adaptation. The Persuasion fubar was almost forgiven at this point... It was fun, and pretty, and the last scene in the station was a little strange but kinda poignant.
Affinity was... well, I've never managed to read any of the Sarah Walters books, and never sat through the BBC adaptations all the way either, but they trailered this one well. Shame it turned out to be an Andrew Davies cock-up in the end (apparently he changed the ending from the book, and it was the ending I had a major issue with). But, then, it was hard to root for any of the characters, and the plot had all the vivacity of a tub of molasses... Zoe Tapper was wasted, basically, and Zoe Tapper usually rocks. Not impressed.
Monday was the yearly fondue trip to St Moritz (yes, you can hear the yodelling from here), and my god that stuff still tastes goooood... Good food, great company and Borders on the way back made going home afterward almost bearable. And the Swiss thing, it kinda came back to haunt me this week.
But Tuesday.. I wound up suggesting we go see Dean Spanley after it popped up on the Odeon initially cos, y'know, going out better than staying in at that point, but after the entire cinema started sobbing somewhere near the end, it turned out one of those OMGWTFthisisamazing kinda moments.
Oh, it's fluff on one level - it's a bit like a male equivalent to Miss Pettigrew perhaps - but it was also a suckerpunch. I literally keep welling up when I try describing parts of it, partly because of my total inability to not cry where anything animal-related is concerned, but.. I don't know. It was about grief, and families, and I was a tad fragile this week.
But it was lovely... gorgeous to look at (hell, i could watch Jeremy Northam all day *sigh*), amazing cast (most of whom were in The Tudors at some point, weirdly), Peter O'Toole was fabulous, Sam Neil was... well, bravo to the boy, as that was very hard to pull off and still make me frickin' cry. It was all about the dogs, and how cats don't follow the rules, and why you have to bark at the moon.
( all the little totally spoilery bits )
It was great cinema. It's never going to win any oscars or be nominated for film of the year because it's basically just a shaggy dog story with a good heart and nice window dressing, but hell, yes, it qualifies as great cinema because I'm still sitting here days later remembering how it made me want to go home and hug my dad. Not something that was going to happen otherwise, with all honesty.
Wednesday was.. my good deed for the day. ( emo emo emo )
I keep opening Word up and wanting to write while all this emotional crap is still choking up in my throat, but the words aren't there yet. Obviously that's why I'm faffing about on here instead...
Oh, and ITV's new Demons? I'm predicting a 99% probability that it will basically suck. They hired Philip Glenister and then made the dude an American called, er, Rupert. Srsly? There are no Americans called Rupert...!