So I'm thinking, what makes a bad movie, as I've been watching "Barbarella" and Jane Fonda is such a marvel and revelation of inimitable acting garnishing a plot most incomparable. But I realise bad movies are not intended (not really) but born like genius and evil. And Spiceworld is evil genius. Barbarella is trippy genius. |

I watched "LOTR: RoTK", tongued a strawberry cheesecake for dinner and got a whole box of fancy chocs for meself from J, who was taken by the Yuletide bacchanal spectre (then again he always is one for doling out eats and drinkies, and M&S cookies and a white log cake of which one naive bordello ma'm did partake). RoTK is a galloping shrieking flying crying embracingly Mr. Frodo orgy of magical storytelling, which shows that Peter Jackson is far more of a genius than Lucas and that Galadriel can and should only be (and thankfully is) played by luminous Cate Blanchett. G and J joined me in gibing W, who was raw from many things.
Today me whole family went to "Bodyworlds" the anatomical exhibition, which was like a multimillion high-class dissection session, where we were not assaulted by formalin, nor our hands cold and clammy from latex and frozen muscle, neither did flecks of preserved cadaver flesh do a backsomersault to land upon my cracked, game-for-infection lips. We did manage ahs and Mother read every single explanatory caption and I highlighted the Zen-acme-mundane-divineness of the presence of vibrissae to Brother, who snorted in superbity. Father made us all write comments, but Sibling refused. I was lucidly profound. Still am, hehe. |