Having to go to work today causes me great personal pain. It was a good weekend but busy, I was on me feet all day as they say, and there are a million more things I could be doing today besides work. Oh well. One of the things we did is go all the way across town to watch Burn After Reading at a cinema where the F-word had won some tickets. That was nice. It wasn't Raising Arizona, but you know, nothing ever will be again, and at least it was better than No Country For Old Men. Very funny. And for the first time I enjoyed Brad Pitt. I'm not saying he's metamorphosing into John Fucking Gielgud before our very eyes or anything, but he plays a light-hearted boob fantastically.
There was a strange extra dimension to enjoying his performance because we'd been subjected to a trailer for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button beforehand, and had to listen to him and the Australian Cate Blanchett mince about in Oscar-begging southern US accents, which just looked so repellent, but it's been getting so much buzz. What the fuck is it about American cinema that all you have to do is add some retarded new vig to the basic tearjerker format (He Ages Backwards! She Doesn't!) and people will think it's more than schmaltz? Okay, maybe it isn't schmaltz. I haven't seen it. But after sitting through that monumentally fucking schmaltzy trailer I'm pretty sure I won't. Jesus, if you went by Hollywood you wouldn't know people in the southern US did anything except schmaltz all over each other or burn crosses/try to stop each other from burning crosses on their front lawns. Anyways, the trailer looked absolutely craptacular, absolutely like every other bit of Brad Pittish schmaltz I've ever been accidentally subjected to on aeroplanes, and it was so interesting to keep in mind he's getting all sorts of accolades for that, whilst I haven't heard anyone talk about how great he is as a dimwitted puppy in Burn After Reading. Fucking weird.
We saw two other movies than in their way I preferred to Burn After Reading, though I did enjoy Burn After Reading. First, City of Lost Children. I'd resisted watching it because I'd thought Amelie was sentimental boring garbagey French garbage with a pretty colour scheme that would have been unwatchable if Audrey Tatou wasn't so cupcakeish. Also I'm getting broody as fuck these days and films where children are threatened or in trouble are really unattractive. But the F-word, a big fan, finally prevailed and I'm glad he did - it was rather sickly and strange but very, very good. The Octopus was classy. Really worth watching. Also, the 7th Voyage of Sinbad. Because it had cyclops and dragons and a dancing snake lady. Yay!