Well, dear readers, I must write these notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and therefore I must be up early and so cannot get to bed too late. Or is it the other way around? Muse Margaret called but hadn’t finished the book and she wanted to wait until today to do so – she has about fifty pages to go. She loved what she read but did have perhaps three tiny excisions she wanted me to look at. I pretty much knew what they’d be and had already second-guessed her on an upcoming one she’ll want – already marked those and one of the three excisions from earlier in the book is exactly the same as what’s upcoming. The other two I totally got. I can’t really say what they’re about as it will give away the book, but she has an unerring sense about these things, and I saw what she meant instantly. They were very easy to do and didn’t even add up to a quarter of a page, if that. I did watch a motion picture last night entitled Greta. No, not the story of the woman who didn’t get nominated for an Oscar, but a thriller of sorts from director Neil Jordan. It’s predictable but enjoyable for what it is, with fine performances from Chloe Grace Moretz and Isabelle Huppert. Stephen Rea makes a brief appearance. Some of the dialogue is dopey, but I always enjoy these kinds of movies when they look good, which this does. The starting off point for the story is Moretz is taking the subway home and sees that a woman has left her purse behind. She takes it and returns it to its owner, Miss Huppert, who is very grateful. Huppert is lonely and Moretz enjoys her company – her mom passed away and having an older person to see every now and then is nice for her. That’s about all I can say, but it’s on Max and you might enjoy it. I also watched the first thirty minutes of Poor Things, and I must say that so far I absolutely cannot stand it. Emma Stone gives her all (so far) and Willem Dafoe is fine, but the director is, who some people love, is my least favorite kind of director. Yes, it’s visually weird but I don’t care about that stuff. But it’s up for awards so what do I know? I don’t know if I’ll make it through to the end because like so many movies now, it’s two hours and twenty minutes long. I was sorry to see that my favorite movie of last year didn’t receive a single nod but how could it when the reprehensible members of the Academy couldn’t be bothered to watch one of the best-reviewed movies of last year – Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret. My friend David Wechter watched it last night and loved it. I suspect many in the Academy don’t watch half of what they’re sent and just vote on the title of the film – the more PR the film has gotten, the more likely they’ll vote for it. Oh well.
Otherwise, I got just under eight hours of sleep, I had a lazy day, didn’t go out at all, made some spaghetti I had here, but only about four ounces of it, and made the pink sauce with sauteed red onions and peas. It was good but definitely not enough food. I had some ice cream after talking to Muse Margaret, and the rest you know.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, probably, I’ll go have a light breakfast somewhere, do some errands and whatnot, and then come back home. I have stuff to catch up on, hopefully Muse Margaret will call after finishing the last fifty pages, then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll have a Zoom thing with David Wechter, Friday I’m attending an opening night and will dine either before or after, and then I’m hoping the weekend can be restful.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, have a light breakfast, do errands and whatnot, do stuff, hope for the Muse Margaret call, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, not caring one whit about the Oscar nominations, but happy to see Jodie Foster and Annette Bening get nods and not happy to see Natalie Portman and Julianne Moore not get nods.