Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.
-- Sidney J. Harris
Quiet day yesterday. Morning was an appointment with
ketronic which left me sore and bruised. God bless her. Afterwards, I hopped over to Chapters to root around for the Coronation St. book Cynra had enjoyed so, but couldn't find a copy. Instead, I pillaged the Remainder bins and picked up a book by Andy Serkis on being Gollum ($4), Joe Esztrehas memoirs ($5) and a book on King Jack ($5). And the new Astonishing X-Men.
I've only dug into the Eszterhas book; man, you'd think a guy who was gonna spend several hundred pages telling us what a great writer/storyteller he was would do a book in a non shitty way. Is it wrong of me to desire a plot in this? Or at least some kind of linearity? At this point, I can tell how little I care because I can't distinguish between his first wife and his second.
After I got home, it was off to the shows for the LotR musical. It was every bit as impressive as everyone had made it out to be, visually. The challenge of cutting JRRT's opus down to size was apparent. I was put out by Brent Carver's performance as Gandalf.
Everyone seems to feel the same way, although the reasons seem variable; he rushes through his lines (something that we can all feel grateful for, though, if it's the case, as that's a behemoth of a production), he lacks 'gravitas as Gandalf, he apparently hasn't realized the best way to raise his arms away from the wind machine during the Balrog scene to keep his sleeve from getting slapped into his face, etc. I think we're just putting too much on the guy.
Liked Rebecca Mendoza'sperformance as Galadriel. Apparently, she played Mrs. Organa in SWIII. That was a Fascinating Mini Fact.
Musically, nothing sticks, but that's as much a flaw of mine as the production's. I find it difficult to maintain music bits in my head. I do recall the Hobbit's song was nice. And that whole scrubbing of the shire bit was a bit much. Does everything really go back to normal in the book version? "Thank God for the magic elvish dirt" and all?
We did dinner afterwards at Kama (I was grateful for that as I'd been hankering for Indian), but I ordered the buffet and felt great pain at that.
And then, we went home and watched TV. Finally caught up on TAR, and it's like morphine. Of course, all night long I was dreaming about Russia, but that's a chance you take.
-- Sidney J. Harris
Quiet day yesterday. Morning was an appointment with
I've only dug into the Eszterhas book; man, you'd think a guy who was gonna spend several hundred pages telling us what a great writer/storyteller he was would do a book in a non shitty way. Is it wrong of me to desire a plot in this? Or at least some kind of linearity? At this point, I can tell how little I care because I can't distinguish between his first wife and his second.
After I got home, it was off to the shows for the LotR musical. It was every bit as impressive as everyone had made it out to be, visually. The challenge of cutting JRRT's opus down to size was apparent. I was put out by Brent Carver's performance as Gandalf.
Everyone seems to feel the same way, although the reasons seem variable; he rushes through his lines (something that we can all feel grateful for, though, if it's the case, as that's a behemoth of a production), he lacks 'gravitas as Gandalf, he apparently hasn't realized the best way to raise his arms away from the wind machine during the Balrog scene to keep his sleeve from getting slapped into his face, etc. I think we're just putting too much on the guy.
Liked Rebecca Mendoza'sperformance as Galadriel. Apparently, she played Mrs. Organa in SWIII. That was a Fascinating Mini Fact.
Musically, nothing sticks, but that's as much a flaw of mine as the production's. I find it difficult to maintain music bits in my head. I do recall the Hobbit's song was nice. And that whole scrubbing of the shire bit was a bit much. Does everything really go back to normal in the book version? "Thank God for the magic elvish dirt" and all?
We did dinner afterwards at Kama (I was grateful for that as I'd been hankering for Indian), but I ordered the buffet and felt great pain at that.
And then, we went home and watched TV. Finally caught up on TAR, and it's like morphine. Of course, all night long I was dreaming about Russia, but that's a chance you take.