Remember that show I couldn't stop watching, Deadwood? Have you ever checked it out? If so, click here and prepare to wet yourself.
Mummy gets home from England tomorrow, nobody is quite sure when. I'm glad. She'll be able to relax a little more here - we can take care of her some. And then Figaro and I will go up North with her and my brother the next day, ending up eventually in Lady's cottage. I miss J*Fish, I miss his bitch too, and they'll be there so hurrah - I'm looking forward to it as much as a city girl like me can look forward to a cottage trip. Which turns out to be a lot. I don't really want a cottage for myself - seems like a bit of a space-squander - but think I really want a farm. Not a money-making farm. Just a few hectares where I can have a couple of goats, a pony, and some ducks. It can probably be made to happen.
Anyways, a little while ago we watched Miller's Crossing. Holy fuck, what a great movie. I like it as much as Raising Arizona, which I'd consider dating if it had a working dick. I love the Coen brothers, I'll admit it flat out. I mean, Miller's Crossing was 1990 and The Man Who Wasn't There was 2001, and there was no slip in quality that I could see, no surrender of authenticity, of duty to the material, of making every line and every shot count without making the film feel miserably laboured. And to be able to do that in comedy OR noir OR both at the same time! Fucking adorable! It makes it harder to explain Intolerable Cruelty, though. Unless I accept the voice inside telling me Catherine Zeta-Jones is a crap actress and George Clooney would mug himself to death if not forcibly restrained.
Anyways, Miller's Crossing was intensely good, the actors were flawless, and Gabriel Byrne used to be the tastiest fucking treat in cinema, apparently. God, I love a nice big nose. So check it out if you're in the mood to brood and laugh at the same time.