Buffet lunch yesterday at Garden Cafe in Hotel Phoenix (fake fountain and diva above counter) with J and A. Three leetle old ladies were busily chomping on all-you-can-eat local delights when we arrived. We ate. Then we noticed the frail trio were still eating. We paused for coffee. No cessation of ingestion from the wizened ones. We started to stare. Old ladies methodically sawing meat into portions for gnashers. From time to time one would set out, slowly, purposefully, for more grub. Their table was a dazzle of silvered silence, broken only by the serving of a mysterious fluid from a jug by peculiarly respectful waiters. We sniggered. They ate. We giggled. They fed. Then lunchtime was over. As they stood up to leave one of the weird sisters turned and gave us a most friendly wave of the hand. How shocking... how very very frightful.
Later on, at John Little, we were passing through the ladies' floor when a strange blooming bush was spotted. The flowers moved to break the illusion, and we saw the dreadful triplets, in their blossomy blouses, huddled over a rack, looking none the plumper for their masticatory marathon. |

Scarlett Johanssen(-son?) quietly luminous in "Girl with a Pearl Earring". Colin Firth plays a virile Vermeer, ragged and probably smelly, which rather contradicts my idea of him (Vermeer) but it's Colin and he's Mr. Knightley so everything's forgiven. The colours are marvellously saturated and the Delft light (very clever studio work) makes everything, and everyone, quiver on the edge of ripeness. Scarlett, who plays Griet, exudes a most definite erotic pungence, like some hideously beautiful bloom with powder petals and a dank heart.
Also "Down with Love", with bloated Renee and smarmy-as-silk-boxers Ewan in glasses and Two accents! And that clip of Judy singing, it was camp heaven. |