Yesterday was a peculiar day, both dragging and racing at once. It felt slow as molasses, but every time I looked up, an hour had passed.

I managed to get out a little early so that I could run over and see the movie at SAG. Yes! Finally! I both had time and wanted to see it, so I made a point of going. The movie in question was Fever Pitch, and I loved it very very much!

I saw the British version some years ago in England, and I liked that one, too, but I actually think that this one was better, since the female lead in the British version was a real drip, a real Nick Hornsby drip (the man can't write a likeable woman to save his soul), and Drew Barrymore is anything but drippy.

Instead of having them both be teachers, but he's the fun one and she's the strict one, they are both nice people, but he's a teacher and she's in a high-powered corporate gig.

I read in Entertainment Weekly that the miracle isn't so much the Sox winning the Series as Jimmy Fallon appearing in a good movie, which is spot on the money, but he is just perfect. In fact, he plays the perfect guy--smart, funny, cute, thoughtful, sensitive, yet not a pussy. A guy, a real guy, yet nice. A real fairy-tale prince, let me tell you. Of course, he does have this insane Red Sox thing, but even that's pretty charming.

Anyway, it was a great romantic comedy--remember, there is no such thing as a mediocre romantic comedy, they are either great or loathsome, nothing inbetween. Very funny, very charming, you root for the leads, the plot device keeping them apart is feasible, the supporting characters are interesting and well-played (I looked at Ione Skye for half the movie, wondering why Parker Posey looked so different, before recognizing that little lisp), not to mention the real-life fairy-tale ending of the World Series.

I guess nobody realized the the Curse of the Bambino could have been broken years ago if only someone had made a movie about a Red Sox fan before! Who knew a movie needing a really great ending would be the key?

Afterwards, I went home and watched Theatre Talk. Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin were the guests, talking about their new revival of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.

My biggest question is, what is up with Kathleen turner's nose? It's enormous! Nobody has a nose-job to make their nose bigger and more bulbous, so it must have occurred naturally. I read recently that she has rheumatoid arthritis, maybe a giant honker is a side-effect.

They were talking about the show and how incredibly difficult it is, not like an opera, but like three operas, one for each act, and all I could think of was, "You think that's so hard? Try doing Moon for the Misbegotten! That's four acts, four operas!"

On the other hand, this makes me think. Virginia Woolf is a show I should do. I'm too young, and the rights won't be available for a couple of years. Maybe me and Fran, he'd be a great George.

Today's horoscope:
What was it you were absolutely positive you had to do today? Regardless, you can just forget about it. You'll have more pressing things to tend to -- romance, for example. Yes, now!

One year ago today:
Anyway, good things about smoking outside, not smoking so much, bad things about smoking outside in the spring in New Jersey, a left ankle full of bug bites. Itch!! What made this bug look at my left ankle and think "Lunch!" I don't know.

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