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lnrHad another useless day at work yesterday, but I've caught up the backlog this morning, so I'm feeling less cross at myself about it. Lovely evening over at Sion and Jan's though. They cooked me a nice dinner, of which I ate far more than either of them but that's ok 'cos there was still some left over. It's very sweet of Jan to try so hard to cook sin free food for me: she'd even got Sion to drop into Tesco on the way home and pick up some fruit (blueberries and raspberries) to have for pudding.
After dinner we sat and nattered for a bit and then Jan and I snuggled on the sofa with a bunch of grapes holding hands and watching Silence of the Lambs, which I hadn't seen before. It's a pretty good film actually, and it was good to finally see it: far more subtle than the sequel Hannibal, which I have in fact seen already. I'm terrible for doing that: I've seen Scream 2 but not the original Scream film as well. Was nice to snuggle on the sofa anyway, even if Jan had to be very careful not to hurt her back and neck. At least we (hopefully) managed to convince her that she really isn't just malingering and would be in no fit state to go into work today. She was beginning to feel guilty about it, which is ridiculous when she can't even sit on the sofa without two cushions and a hot water bottle to lean on.
Nattered a bit about feeling wibbly and insecure too, which I think might have helped a bit. And rjk was cheery and nice when I got home which is always good. Sounds like he had some success cooking dinner for Vicky.
Now I'm hanging around half waiting for a call to come and meet someone for lunch, and then I shall try and get more useful stuff done in the afternoon and then head to the pub after work. Shame there's no chance of me being able to drink though. I think I must be retaining water at the moment because if anything I'm currently heavier than when I weighed in officially last Thursday and I've got a sticky-outy tummy again. It's the right sort of time of month for it. It's just frustrating when I've been really good all week, and makes it very tempting to say "fuck it", but I'm determined not to.
After dinner we sat and nattered for a bit and then Jan and I snuggled on the sofa with a bunch of grapes holding hands and watching Silence of the Lambs, which I hadn't seen before. It's a pretty good film actually, and it was good to finally see it: far more subtle than the sequel Hannibal, which I have in fact seen already. I'm terrible for doing that: I've seen Scream 2 but not the original Scream film as well. Was nice to snuggle on the sofa anyway, even if Jan had to be very careful not to hurt her back and neck. At least we (hopefully) managed to convince her that she really isn't just malingering and would be in no fit state to go into work today. She was beginning to feel guilty about it, which is ridiculous when she can't even sit on the sofa without two cushions and a hot water bottle to lean on.
Nattered a bit about feeling wibbly and insecure too, which I think might have helped a bit. And rjk was cheery and nice when I got home which is always good. Sounds like he had some success cooking dinner for Vicky.
Now I'm hanging around half waiting for a call to come and meet someone for lunch, and then I shall try and get more useful stuff done in the afternoon and then head to the pub after work. Shame there's no chance of me being able to drink though. I think I must be retaining water at the moment because if anything I'm currently heavier than when I weighed in officially last Thursday and I've got a sticky-outy tummy again. It's the right sort of time of month for it. It's just frustrating when I've been really good all week, and makes it very tempting to say "fuck it", but I'm determined not to.
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Date: 2003-01-29 04:44 am (UTC)"Silence of the Lambs" Excellent film, good book.
"Hannibal" Brilliant book, crap film. Ridley was clearly concentrating on getting the atmosphere right, but the plot kept getting in the way --- he was probably hampered in this by the book having far more layers of plot than could possibly fit into a 2 hour film.
"Red Dragon" Brilliant book, and as "Manhunter" a good film. I just hope that the (correctly-titled) remake follows the book more closely, and has the right fscking ending this time.
< /rant >
It sounds like you and Jan continue to do Good Things for each other. I'm glad. :) *hugs*
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Date: 2003-01-29 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-29 09:49 am (UTC)Oh, come on. The plot of "Hannibal" was thriller-by-numbers, until it got to the weird stuff at the end. I'll admit that the very last bit was excellent, but the rest of it was -- well, moderately entertaining trash, but nothing more.
The book of Silence of the Lambs wasn't as (technically) well-written as the film is well-made, but it's an interesting book and has some neat ideas in it that the film had to miss out.
We may have to agree to differ on this. :-)
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Date: 2003-01-29 12:03 pm (UTC)I suspect so... :)
"Hannibal" the film, inbetween the bits where Ridley was being excessively... well, Ridley, was a bit by-the-numbers, but that was because the bits that made the book not by-the-numbers were cut out, or re-ordered to remove their significance. For example, the whole interaction between Hannibal and the kid on the plane --- in the film this was an amusing asside to pad out the space between the end of the plot and the title sequence, whereas in the book it was all about how Hannibal can't help himself despite the degree of control he outwardly displays. The fact that the Harris version has this scene on the inbound flight means that Hannibal is being suicidally stupid and arrogant, the Scott version it's just amusing and "isn't he sweet".
I take it you've not read "Red Dragon", which IMO is the best of the Harris books (and there aren't many authors I can say I've read all their books!)? That one is much more focussed on the internals of the psycho's mind --- the how-it-happened --- and makes for a more powerful anti-hero than Lecter ever was. ["Black Sunday" can be left on the shelf.]
As for the quality of the writing... well, he's better than Kevin Anderson (who really should be chased back to journalism with a big stick), but he's never going to get a Booker. That said, I'm not likely to read a Booker winner, so I'm not in much of a position to comment.