I'm a freak, I know. I love January. Time to start over, it's even better for new pencil cases than September. A friend once told me that it's a lousy time to start those physical processes of transformation, like detoxes, if you live in the northern hemisphere. All we want to do is hibernate.
I'll try to take the blog out of hibernation a bit more (woohoo says the world. Oh, no it doesn't) but as it turns out I'm writing loads elsewhere which is why this has been so sadly neglected. I left an unfilling job and now I'm freelancing - all over the place. And I've had s-u-c-h-f-u-n for the past three months! Some interesting work has already coming my way and there will be more.
I've been cooking a lot, and watching a lot of movies. Jen, I have some new partners in crime for cinema outings. I miss the edginess of watching a film with you though, as I could never tell if you were going to walk out on me, heh. However the boy has a new Magic Cinema Card and he's just dying to use it.
So this week there's been:
On Friday, The Road. The world has ended, the survivors have descended into cannibalism. Viggo's wife has walked off into the night and he's following her last words, to 'go south'. So many questions about this movie. Like, why did they replace the normal kid-sized kid from the movie with his much smaller doppelganger for the poster. It's not a barrel of laughs this one but the landscape is stunning. The ending irritated me. The kid really irritated me. Also Viggo looks a bit like my dad. Freaky.
On Sunday, with a remit to choose something less mournful, we saw Up in The Air. Clooney being Clooney. Interesting tableau of modern relationships and how to be alone - and lonely - in a crowd of people. Best title sequence I think I've ever seen. It's from the director of Juno (also - good soundtrack) and while there are laughs in it, given that it deals with two very fundamental issues - relationships and redundancies, it's not ostensibly one to have you falling about. It's also that much more real than the former.
And for various reasons, we went to see The Book Of Eli on Monday. I'm a big fan of From Hell, also directed by the Hughes Brothers. This movie is going straight there. I thought the Guardian review wasn't keen and then read the Observer one. Note: next time will read before going to the cinema. It's like a remake of the Road after the directors found God. I so nearly walked out, but wrongly thought the boy was immersed.
All I could think was 'If Jen was here... we wouldn't be....'