Finally continued with the vacation entries and posted this one last night. Told you I'd do them! O ye of little faith...

I feel sick to my stomach. I think that this is because I, giddy with the freedom of not needing to feel guilty about not doing my taxes, decided to go see a 10.30p movie, and ate nachos and a hot dog. I often eat that late, but this time the effects were unfortunate.

I'd stay home, clutching my tummy and groaning, but that The Raccoon won't be in today, because she has to take her daughter to the doctor and I must be in charge. Heavy lies the head that wears the crown.

So yes, I went to the films last night and saw the absolutely great Tailor of Panama, which is a clever pastiche of Our Man in Havana, but is also very solidly itself.

It's about Pierce Brosnan, a disgraced spy, sent to Panama as a punishment for his debauchery in Europe, who hooks up with Geoffrey Rush, an ex-con who has reinvented himself as a Saville Row tailor to the Panama elite. Andy (Pierce) offers Harry (Rush) much-needed cash and threatens to tell his wife (Jamie Lee Curtis) and family about his secret past if he doesn't get him information from his customers, so Harry makes it up. And all kinds of things ensue.

This is a really fun movie that veers wildly from wacky comedy to stark realism, sometimes within a few minutes, but it never becomes uneven. Pierce Brosnan's rather seedy charm is perfect for the role of the spy who works all of the angles and fucks all of the girls, and Geoffrey Rush is swell as the good man with the bad past who gets in over his head.

The rest of the cast is good as well, especially Curtis, who does alot with a somewhat underwritten role, Harold Pinter as Harry's dead uncle who pops up to whisper advice in his ear, and Dylan Baker in a tiny role as a really really patriotic general.

I like the way that there are things harking back to other movies, like the way Andy considers it his right to fuck every woman around, like Bond does, but he also despises them, and Jamie Lee Curtis goes to the hotel room to try to save her husband, like in True Lies, but it goes alot more like it really would go, in other words, she doesn't willingly strip for a hidden stranger.

It's very funny and smart and freewheeling, very 50's in feel, so that whenever a modern reference came up, I was somewhat startled. It's like through the looking glass in a Bond film, because you would never hear James Bond say, "Don't be a cunt, Harry," and I think that he is the poorer for it. Because you know that's what James Bond wants to say...

Nobody wants to make me a spring design? Seriously? I am sad...

Today's horoscope:
Your imagination soars to new heights and takes you beyond old boundaries and limitations.

One year ago today:
As I told Cynthia, the level of my enthusiasm was obvious in the fact that I performed three out of six shows with dirty hair.

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