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A superb thunder storm this morning, into the early afternoon. The sound of rain, the smell, the rumble of the thunder; I love these things so much.
Most of yesterday did chores, cleaning, cleaning stuff out, organizing, but also went to lunch with Nadia. It was her mother's birthday, the first since she died and Nadia was definitely feeling it. It was a beautiful day with a good breeze and she wanted to eat outside so we went to the Hula Hut on Lake Austin. Nadia had a couple of drinks, having decided to spend the day numb; I had one, which was, in retrospect, a mistake. The food was nothing to write home about, but it was lovely on the lake, the breeze cool and the air that kind of fresh tasting that only proximity to a large enough body of water can produce.
Home for more chores and brief nap, then off to see Once Upon a Time in Mexico with Phyllis. Ran into TC writer Chris Nakashima-Brown and his wife Lindsay, two people I think very well of, also seeing the movie. We all sat together and had a nice conversation waiting for the movie to start. My brief review of the movie is below behind the cut.
After the movie Phyllis and I went to La Dolce Vita to meet her friend Cynthia. Despite a headache from the earlier alcohol, no dinner, and the movie, I recovered sufficiently to have a very incredibly delicious scoop of vanilla gelato and interesting convo with Cynthia and Phyllis whilst enjoying the night air and our view of Mars.
OUTIM is a good movie, a fun movie. Johnny Depp as Sands is awesome--really fun and I enjoyed every moment of him on the screen. (okay, so I always enjoy every moment of JD on the screen, so what?) I also enjoyed our three mariachis a great deal, particularly the drinking one--he was in Cinema Paradiso I believe--who, despite the brevity of his appearance, managed to convey a great deal of depth and heart. Even Micky Rourke and his dog were interesting. The style was over the top and admirable, and there was an awful lot of great stuff. But. And it's a big but for me--the emphasis on style over substance, on characature over character, and coolth over character dynamics and interpersonal interactions was, imho, several shades too much for the movie to be a really amazing movie. I liked it way better than Desperado, but it still falls short of El Mariachi in heart and utter awesomeness.
Most of yesterday did chores, cleaning, cleaning stuff out, organizing, but also went to lunch with Nadia. It was her mother's birthday, the first since she died and Nadia was definitely feeling it. It was a beautiful day with a good breeze and she wanted to eat outside so we went to the Hula Hut on Lake Austin. Nadia had a couple of drinks, having decided to spend the day numb; I had one, which was, in retrospect, a mistake. The food was nothing to write home about, but it was lovely on the lake, the breeze cool and the air that kind of fresh tasting that only proximity to a large enough body of water can produce.
Home for more chores and brief nap, then off to see Once Upon a Time in Mexico with Phyllis. Ran into TC writer Chris Nakashima-Brown and his wife Lindsay, two people I think very well of, also seeing the movie. We all sat together and had a nice conversation waiting for the movie to start. My brief review of the movie is below behind the cut.
After the movie Phyllis and I went to La Dolce Vita to meet her friend Cynthia. Despite a headache from the earlier alcohol, no dinner, and the movie, I recovered sufficiently to have a very incredibly delicious scoop of vanilla gelato and interesting convo with Cynthia and Phyllis whilst enjoying the night air and our view of Mars.
OUTIM is a good movie, a fun movie. Johnny Depp as Sands is awesome--really fun and I enjoyed every moment of him on the screen. (okay, so I always enjoy every moment of JD on the screen, so what?) I also enjoyed our three mariachis a great deal, particularly the drinking one--he was in Cinema Paradiso I believe--who, despite the brevity of his appearance, managed to convey a great deal of depth and heart. Even Micky Rourke and his dog were interesting. The style was over the top and admirable, and there was an awful lot of great stuff. But. And it's a big but for me--the emphasis on style over substance, on characature over character, and coolth over character dynamics and interpersonal interactions was, imho, several shades too much for the movie to be a really amazing movie. I liked it way better than Desperado, but it still falls short of El Mariachi in heart and utter awesomeness.
