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Oct. 29th, 2004 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
satyricaFriday nights in: it's the new rock'n'roll.
Feels a bit like a sunday evening anyway, since I'm working tomorrow and have had the last day and a half off. Went to the London Film Festival with Steve & Ruth today which was cool: saw House of the Flying Daggers which I liked, was not as pretty as Hero but not as dull either (possibly becasue the cinematography was still gorgeous but not to the point of intrusiveness) although I was a little disappointed by the direction the story took towards the end. We also saw Izo which was, um, rather too allegorical for my tastes (that is to say, absolutely impenetrable: it was like watching two and ahalf hours of David Lynch without getting any of the cultural references) and far more genitally-focused than any other Japanese cinema I've seen.
Ca,e home from work & lunchtime yesterday and spent the afternoon in bed, recovering from an evening in with K. the night before. We'd also watched Saw at the cinema which was a fairly abysmal rehash of hackneyed ideas and lame performances. I seem to be divesting myself of money like water again, although at least it's mainly on films, plays and gigs this time rather than bad eating habits and alcohol.
Oh, and it's been a mad week for randomly running into friends I haven't seen for years around London: saw one of my undergrad friends at the bus stop today (Nancy, who I knew cos, afaik, she was the only other queer in my year at LMH) who it turns out works within about five minute's walk of where I do; admittedly, given where I work, so do about half a million other people, so it perhaps shouldn't seem such a coincidence.
Feels a bit like a sunday evening anyway, since I'm working tomorrow and have had the last day and a half off. Went to the London Film Festival with Steve & Ruth today which was cool: saw House of the Flying Daggers which I liked, was not as pretty as Hero but not as dull either (possibly becasue the cinematography was still gorgeous but not to the point of intrusiveness) although I was a little disappointed by the direction the story took towards the end. We also saw Izo which was, um, rather too allegorical for my tastes (that is to say, absolutely impenetrable: it was like watching two and ahalf hours of David Lynch without getting any of the cultural references) and far more genitally-focused than any other Japanese cinema I've seen.
Ca,e home from work & lunchtime yesterday and spent the afternoon in bed, recovering from an evening in with K. the night before. We'd also watched Saw at the cinema which was a fairly abysmal rehash of hackneyed ideas and lame performances. I seem to be divesting myself of money like water again, although at least it's mainly on films, plays and gigs this time rather than bad eating habits and alcohol.
Oh, and it's been a mad week for randomly running into friends I haven't seen for years around London: saw one of my undergrad friends at the bus stop today (Nancy, who I knew cos, afaik, she was the only other queer in my year at LMH) who it turns out works within about five minute's walk of where I do; admittedly, given where I work, so do about half a million other people, so it perhaps shouldn't seem such a coincidence.
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Date: 2004-11-01 12:16 am (UTC)That is the first bad review I have seen for Saw. Perhaps this is good because I was building my expectations up a wee bit too much.
Now I have to ring up work and give a good excuse for not coming in today.