Certainly Not As Depressing As The Last French Film I Watched...
The wife was up when I got up, checking her e-mail and that sort of thing, so I got the house opened up for the day, then made a pot of coffee to get things moving. The wife started getting ready for her day, so I hopped online and intended to just check e-mail, but then got fished into the idea of writing up a review for Martyrs while it was fresh on my mind.
Oh, and before I get too far along on this, there's a new DVD Trash Roundtable up and running for this week, so go check that out and see what's up once you're bored with my shtick.
Anyways, I wrote the review and saved it to proofread later, then settled in to get some work done, listening to several different podcasts that I'd been avoiding due to their reviews of Martyrs for fear of any spoilers they might let slip. That included a weeks old episode of The Gentlemens Guide To Midnite Cinema, as well as an older Night Of The Living Podcast and even half of a Dread Media that got into spoilers.
I got the first project finished, it just needed to be inked in, then took a break for lunch and microwaved myself a little pizza, since that seems to feel like all I've been eating when I eat around the house lately.
I popped in a flick from those rental throttling pricks at Netfux, another Bertrand Blier head scratcher called Un, Deux, Trois, Soliel. It's another absurdist tale in which a young girl's life plays out with her daydreams coming alive as she works out different scenarios for her life, with a dead boyfriend and her father returning to her when they are on her mind, offering advise to both she and her husband. It's every bit as odd and self aware as the other films I've seen by the man, most similar to something like Our History, but filled with strangely sexual exchanges between children and adults, as a group of boys paw at their teacher on several occasions. I have to say that Blier's films aren't always the easiest thing to get into, as his characters frequently address the camera as if in a play and delivering exposition to internal monologues, and they act out in ways that never happen in normal society, but they are always very watchable just to see where they hell he'll take things next.
Plus, after Martyrs last night, it was nice to fall back on a fairly light-hearted French film instead of one that made me want to put my head in the oven.
The wife had an evening reception or some such shit, which I'd been kindly excused from, as it was basically an excuse for a bunch of volunteers to get together for an open bar. The open bar held no great appeal to me, and I wasn't in the mood for glad-handing the swells this evening, so I instead went to pick us up some sandwiches for supper while she attended that.
I ate quickly, then took the Yorkie for a short walk, as she seemed restless, but I think the heat got the better of her, because she seemed kinda over it as soon as we left the house, so I made it a short trip round the block just to test the waters, and she never perked up, so we headed home.
I finished up the second project listening to an older (Cool) Shite On The Tube, then the wife got home and we retired to the bedroom and watched last night's episode of Ghost Hunters off the DVR. I actually fell asleep for about 30 minutes after the show, then woke with a start, slightly refreshed around 10:00 and headed to the web to do this.
I'm debating finishing up the inking on the two projects by staying up even later this evening, just so I can sleep in tomorrow with impunity and take the day easy.
Be seeing you.
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