Yesterday I went to the movie at SAG, which was The Ladykillers.

I had decided not to see it at the Academy when I was home, I think through a combination of sheer inertia and the terrible review that Ebert and Roper had given it. But this time I decided to go. How bad could it be?

First I had to get my card that I lent to Moira, even though the poor thing never got a chance to use it. We met in front of the post office and I got it from her, then took the bus to the theatre, getting there a minute late.

Of course, they never let you in late, it's an absolute rule that cannot be broken for any reason ever. Except that he let me in. He must have been new, that's the only explanation I can come up with, but I certainly appreciated it.

The movie is a peculiar thing, neither fish nor fowl not good red herring, enjoyable at times, dull at times, almost impossible to describe. Some of the characters appear to be living in the 50's, some in the present day, for no reason that I could come up with. Of course, some parts of the plot absolutely dictate it taking place in present day, what with there not being an overabundance of off-shore gambling boats around in the 50's.

So if it absolutely had to take place in the present day, why on earth were half the character straight out of Mayberry? The sheriff, the old lady, all of the church ladies, of course Tom Hanks himself, all were from another period altogether. I didn't really mind it, but the whole thing seemed unnecessary.

All of the characters were very one-dimensional, but the better actors were able to do great things with their roles, like Irma P. Hall and Tom Hanks and J.K. Simmons, they didn't play down to their stereotypes. On the other hand, Marlon Wayans was absolutely horrifyingly bad. Of course, his role was pretty horrible, but he couldn't have been worse.

One thing for sure, though, this film does for gospel music what my beloved O Brother did for bluegrass and traditional country--the soundtrack is spectacular.

After the movie, it was such a lovely day that I walked to the van, stopping off at Virgin to see if they had The Point. I know I can't buy it, but I did just want to look at it, the favourite movie of my childhood.

It wasn't there, which may have been lucky, since I don't know whether I would have had the strength not to buy it, but what was there was Hanson! Doing an in-store performance! I was not interested enough to join in with the shrieking girls downstairs, but I did have a peek at them, and I can tell you that they are certainly growing up nicely.

The oldest one seems to have gotten over his extremely awkward stage, the youngest one isn't a child anymore, and the pretty middle one is still extremely pretty. No comment on the music, as such.

Today's horoscope:
A dear one may tell you to stop daydreaming and start thinking more realistically about your life. Don't listen to them. Keep daydreaming. You can have it all if you keep your goals in sight and your spirit positive.

One year ago today:
Every so often I would look at the clock and hours would have gone by. I think I am coming unstuck in time.

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