(no subject)
Mar. 12th, 2006 10:20 pmWent over to the house today. Gorgeous day, sunny, high of 15, blue sky, no parking spots in the Beach. I was all by myself; having driven around the block twice because there were two cars in the driveway, one of them belonging to my uncle, I got there to find he'd left and taken the shop-vac with him. (It's fun, fun, fun 'til someone's daddy takes the shop-vac away, let me tell you.)
So I changed and put on Galore and opened all the windows and the door on the third floor and did some primer and occasionally stepped out onto the roof to admire everyone else's back gardens and a mystery bird way up in the tree and Kirsty was well into "Walking Down Madison" before I noticed, hey, I'm enjoying myself. Hanging out, painting my house, enjoying the spring weather. Life is good.
My needs are simple.
Anyway, then I put away the painting stuff and swept instead, because in addition to primer you can never have enough sweeping, especially in our house. (I am a convert to sweeping compound, incidentally. It seems like a crock but it really does work.)
And then
crankygrrl and I went to see Beowulf & Grendel, which she liked better than I did. (I enjoyed it, but I found it silly in the first half and slow in the second, and while generally I scoff when people complain about creeping moral relativism in modern life, I do think they may have a point when it comes to Beowulf. I'm kind of with Hrothgar -- it's a fucking troll! Who cares why it does what it does?)
I might need to see it again -- it's possible I was expecting a closer adaptation than I got.
Now I need to watch The 13th Warrior again. And await that other Beowulf movie, of course. (That should have an adverb, but I'm not quite sure which one.)
I was pondering adaptations of books yet again the other day. I decided that unfond as I am of the latest Pride & Prejudice, it is still nowhere near the top of my personal list of Worst Book-To-Movie Adaptations of All Time. That position is securely held by the Fred Astaire/Leslie Caron travesty Daddy-Long-Legs. *shudder* Although I suppose the dancing was good.
Where did the weekend go?
So I changed and put on Galore and opened all the windows and the door on the third floor and did some primer and occasionally stepped out onto the roof to admire everyone else's back gardens and a mystery bird way up in the tree and Kirsty was well into "Walking Down Madison" before I noticed, hey, I'm enjoying myself. Hanging out, painting my house, enjoying the spring weather. Life is good.
My needs are simple.
Anyway, then I put away the painting stuff and swept instead, because in addition to primer you can never have enough sweeping, especially in our house. (I am a convert to sweeping compound, incidentally. It seems like a crock but it really does work.)
And then
I might need to see it again -- it's possible I was expecting a closer adaptation than I got.
Now I need to watch The 13th Warrior again. And await that other Beowulf movie, of course. (That should have an adverb, but I'm not quite sure which one.)
I was pondering adaptations of books yet again the other day. I decided that unfond as I am of the latest Pride & Prejudice, it is still nowhere near the top of my personal list of Worst Book-To-Movie Adaptations of All Time. That position is securely held by the Fred Astaire/Leslie Caron travesty Daddy-Long-Legs. *shudder* Although I suppose the dancing was good.
Where did the weekend go?
no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 04:01 am (UTC)Do you count book-to-TV-movies in the Worst Adaptations of All Time? Because the Earthsea one must rank quite high.
no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 04:04 am (UTC)The 13th Warrior is pretty slight, definitely, but somehow it stuck with me.
no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 11:07 pm (UTC)