It's Friday night

and Jason has flown away to China. Have a safe flight Gromit!

Actually it's raining today and everywhere it's cold, damp, and just...ughish. No real motivation to do anything productive. It's a day to crawl into warm cottony bed and curl up with Bronco and just be.

Maybe watch some Scrubs.

I have such grandiose plans to clean my room, donate like half my closet to charity (because I feel the need to refresh my wardrobe, every year) and feel organized and on top of the world. I mentioned before that the process of organization can produce endorphine like feelings of accomplishment and self-satisfaction. However, the gratification induced by POO usually doesn't last very long.

I watched the Illusionist with Wendy recently. We both, cynical critics and cinema connoisieurs that we are (i'm feeling alliterative tonight) gave the movie a bland review. I thought Ed Norton was good, intense, great acting blah blah blah. Paul Giamatti, another formidable talent. The female, a strong female character. However the story was somewhat weak. Supposedly the ending should be a big surprise to everyone, but it's really not, at least not to me. It's somewhat along the lines of the Usual Suspects, but it only works if you were truly taken in. Now I'm not proclaiming that I'm such a brilliant deductionist, but perhaps my mind works in sufficiently twisted ways that the movie has failed to out-twist my mental labrynthe. Be that as it may, the cinematography was good, the love story lush if unconvincing.

I really want to go see Little Miss Sunshine. Alright! That's my goal for the Labor Day weekend. Actually, the fall pickings look pretty decent. I am looking forward to a fair number of movies actually. Wendy and I discussed moving into a convent and becoming a nun. My first question to her was, Would you be able to give up movies? That shows you my strange perverse attachment to the silver screen. I heart film to my dying day.