So yesterday, in order to offset the testosterone fest known as the Superbowl, I went to see the most estrogen laden movie that I could find, aka The End of the Affair.

Cynthia saw it a month ago, and hasn't stopped asking me over and over again "Have you seen The End of the Affair yet?" "No, but I've seen The Green Mile three times!" Of course, as I said to her, a soppy film about Ralph Fiennes yearning for a woman he can't have isn't exactly a hard sell for me, I just hadn't gotten around to it as yet.

So yesterday I finally trudged off into the city on a quest for sweeping romance.

Of course, because I will never learn, I got to the Sony at 3.45p for the 3.45p show and it was sold out, so I decided to go to the 4.45p show across town.

But first, since I had a whole hour to kill, I stopped at Tower to look at the DVDs. It's very difficult for me to buy DVDs offline, what with them costing $10 less at Amazon, but they had The Shawshank Redemption for only $14, so I snatched it up. I have never actually seen the film, but I have always been under the impression that I'm supposed to love it, so why not?

I headed across town, and almost didn't make it again. I thought that maybe my entry today would be about me wandering all over town, never quite seeing The End of the Affair, but though I missed some previews, I did make it in time.

It's really an awfully good movie. I was expecting it to be like The English Patient, Ralph obsessively in love with another man's wife, only without the burn makeup hiding his beauty for half the film, but it was more than that, really, particularly about 2/3 of the way through when it shifted gears abruptly. Quite spectacularly erotic sex scenes, too--some of the best that I've ever seen.

I was wondering how on earth the charismatic Stephen Rea could possibly play the dull husband, but he did it! I think alot of it is the accent--he isn't nearly as attractive without that lovely Belfast accent. And the short haircut.

Cynthia said that his throughline is that he always plays characters who are being screwed over, and though they aren't alike on the outside, their inner qualities are always the same.

I'd give almost anything to photograph Ralph Fiennes. Not only does his face have the most wonderful planes and lines, but there's always something going on in his eyes.

After seeing the trailer for The Beach about three or four times, I think that I can safely say that I haven't got even the slightest inclination to see it.

The reviews could come out and say that this is the greatest thing since Lord of the Flies, and I still wouldn't make a move in its direction--it just leaves me completely cold.

When I left, it was snowing.

It was really lovely, clean white snow covering the dirty grey snow, though of course it will be dirty and grey again today. I love watching backlit snow fall at night, like slow motion rain.

I was in a quiet, strange mood after seeing the movie. On the bus on the way to the van, I passed a blank, unidentified and unidentifiable building with a sentence on it in giant red letters:

EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT

I wondered if it was really there, or if it was a message just for me. No, I'm not quite that self-centered, it was the mood I was in. Aw, who am I kidding, of course I'm that self-centered. I hope it's true.

When I got home I saw the end of the game, really through sheer inertia (I couldn't be bothered to change the channel) and saw that insane slut known as the owner of the Rams crowing that she was right to leave LA.

And a big fuck you to you, too!

Today's horoscope:
Experiment today in new approaches, new activities and new ways of relating within the family. You can all thrive on a change of pace.

One year ago today:
"No more tragedies in the snow for awhile, okay? Because between this and A Simple Plan, I've had enough!"

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