There has been little studying this fine Sunday, and more movie watching than I care to blog about. But I will anyway, of course.
For starters, it’s lovely outside. 42 degrees, breezy, and sunny. Not the kind of weather you expect in the middle of February, but then again, this whole winter has been all kinds of unexpected. Remember that winter when there was no winter? I do.
After yet another uneventful Writing Room shift (apparently no one needs paper help from noon to 2 pm on a Sunday afternoon), I headed over to the HFA to watch the latest Politics and Film movie assignment: “Nixon.” The 1995 version, featuring a sad, sad Anthony Hopkins. I could have handled Mr. Hopkins alone, but not paired with such a ridiculous movie. I’ve never before been hit over the head so many times in one film. Instead of letting the actors, well, act, the director felt he had to use flashbacks to make sure we knew exactly what the characters were thinking at all times. The effect was awkward and annoying and dizzying. Luckily, other people in my class like to make fun of bad movies just as much as I do.
Then the ex-Pine Hall dwellers gathered to watch “Clue.” A little ridiculous for my taste, but I’m rawthur picky when it comes to comedies (or satires. Or satirical comedies).
Now I’m sitting in our semi-dark apartment. Feezap the hamster is quiet in his cage; the only noise is the drip from his dangling water bottle.
I’m awake because I have a story to comment on for our first round of workshops in Fiction Writing. It’s a very good story; I read it this afternoon. I also couldn’t immediately think of anything to comment on, which is troubling. What’s the point of a workshop if nothing constructive can be said?
I guess until I think of something I’m stuck in the dark with a hamster who, despite being nocturnal, is sleeping quite soundly. Gosh, it would be nice to be a hamster.