Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle in a Laura Ashley flower dress, sandals, and smelling of Jean Nate bath essence. The gazelle is having a 70s moment. I’ve been having a 70s moment for the past six years, although I haven’t worn my Laura Ashley flower dress, sandals, nor have I bathed in Jean Nate bath essence. I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, and frankly I’m jiggy with that. I will say that I did watch a motion picture last night, a strange motion picture entitled The Chambermaid on the Titanic. I watched it because Romane Bohringer was in it, and I thought she was great in L’Appartement. She’s great in this, too, but it’s just such a weird little movie about a foundry worker who wins a contest and gets a ticket to watch the sailing of the Titanic. Romane Bohringer plays his wife. Whilst in his hotel the night before the sailing, a girl knocks on his door and tells him she’s a maid on the Titanic but has nowhere to sleep before the sailing, as all the hotels are full. He finally agrees to share his room. She sleeps in the bed, he in a chair. She wakes in the middle of the night and tells him to get in bed with her – more comfortable. She’s seductive but it’s left in the air as to whether anything really happened. He returns home to a promotion and the rumor that his wife slept with the boss to get it for him. So, he goes to the bar and tells his mates about the maid – they want the dirt, and he ultimately gives them what they want, although he seems to really be making it up as he goes and each time he tells it it gets more erotic and more detailed. He meets a storyteller/actor, who suggests he tells his tales on the stage. And so, he does, with his wife eventually playing the role of the maid. In the end, the true nature of the maid is revealed. There’s a certain dreamlike quality to it – it’s a weird group of actors – some from Spain, some French, some this, some that. It has a lush score by Alberto Iglesias. After I finished that, I watched the first thirty minutes of Jaws 2 – I never saw any of the sequels. Well, it’s not Jaws. The writing isn’t great, it’s basically just a riff on the original but directed by a TV director with no discernable style, and without the presence of Richard Dreyfuss and Robert Shaw or anyone like them. I got irritated by it, so I just began watching Jaws and THAT is a movie. A movie movie. Directed by a young man who was a born filmmaker, who somehow overcame obstacles that would have gotten anyone else fired, and he delivered a film that showed the world what a blockbuster really was. It basically changed the movie business – for better or worse is another story. I’ll finish it up tonight.
Other than that, I only got five hours of sleep, was up at nine, had the visitor at nine-thirty – he purchased his CDs, and we had a nice chat – then I went to Gelson’s and got some ribs, a cup of their creamy tomato soup, and a small thing of sausage and peppers for a later snack. I came home, ate the ribs, did some work on the computer, answered many e-mails, went to the mail place and picked up the box of the newly beautified Benjamin Kritzer books, came home, dozed off several times, then Grant came over with a new filter for the refrigerator – the last filter never worked, the water stopped coming out, and I haven’t been able to use either water or ice cubes in a couple of years. He installed the new filter, then had to clean out all the caked guck from everywhere, but still no water would come out. He got rid of all the old ice. So, he said he’d get someone out to look at it next week. But just as he was about to leave, I pressed the water thing and out came nice clean water. It said to get rid of the first few gallons, so we did that. Now it appears to be working just fine. Don’t know about the ice yet as I haven’t heard it doing its ice making thing. I’ll check on that when I get up. The ribs were decent, the soup was excellent, and much later, the sausage and peppers were okay. Then I watched the movies and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I may decide to do a thing I may do, I’ll try to finalize our final gal – another ask is out – and if that happens, then we can make the flyer and get tickets on sale, I’ll eat something light but fun, I’ll pray for another couple of modern major miracles, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same, then it’s the weekend and I may see a show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, maybe decide to do a thing I may do, hopefully finalize our final gal so we can do a flyer and get tickets on sale, eat, pray for another couple of modern major miracles, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films featuring Roy Scheider, Robert Shaw, and Richard Dreyfuss? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the ice cubes and water cometh.