Back at work yesterday, and so was The Raccoon. Thank God. It was so cold in the office that I made Xerox copies simply so that I could warm my hands on the paper (how can anyone look on that and not be changed? Who can name that quote?) but other than that, it was a nice, relaxing day at work.

And now it's the weekend!

Last night, in my effort to use up my twelve remaining movie passes that I have to use before Wednesday, I saw Mystery Men and Eyes Wide Shut.

Mystery Men was a strange duck. Interesting characters excellently played (especially by William H. Macy, the woman who played Macy's annoyed but loving wife and Janeane Garafalo), a fun story, brilliant art design, good effects, but somehow, not a very good movie.

I couldn't figure it out. Something was missing, something to make the elements gel wasn't there, so no matter how good almost everything was, it still didn't make a movie particularly worth watching.

Actually, the only actor that I didn't care for was my beloved Eddie Izzard. I couldn't figure out why he was so dull and personality-free, when I realized how much of his sparkle is tied up in his accent, and the fact that he had to expend so much energy on an American accent meant that there was none left for his charisma!

Then was Eyes Wide Shut. I can't believe that I wasted the line about wishing for death on little, inoffensive Runaway Bride, when this appalling waste of film was in my future.

Eyes Wide Shut takes place in this bizarre version of New York where it's not particularly cold in December, the sidewalks are unusually wide and clean, and everyone, even corpses, have beautifully combed pubic hair.

And everyone and everything is VERY VERY BORING!

I knew that it took them 18 months or whatever to shoot this film, but I was unaware that it would take 18 months to watch. The movie would only have been half as long, however, if only every single line wasn't repeated twice, like:

"I have something to say to you."
"You have something to say to me?"

Couldn't anyone in this film ever just say "What?" instead?

The two main thoughts that I had during this movie (besides praying for the sweet release of death and wishing that I had brought a sweater) were 1. Since I had just seen Ben Stiller in Mystery Men, when Tom Cruise would do his Tom Cruise fumphering things, all I could see was Ben Stiller's impression of him in my head.

And 2. When I read this entry all I could think was "Who the hell can balance bottle caps on their nipples? I could only do that if I were lying down!" but since Nicole's nipples were in such evidence, I realized that she certainly could have balanced those bottle caps without even thinking twice.

I think that I must have inadequate nipples.

Today's horoscope:
Work demands compete with relationship needs; keep room for both. Spend time with people who support your drive for success.

One year ago today:
"There'll be a cake and maybe I'll dress up my elfin son and we'll all get a big yuk over him!"

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