Stanislavsky Tears Sunday, May 29, 2005

Not much doing over the long weekend. Today Wrong Turn Jr. and I visited some buddies and their little fellow; he (the fellow) was wary at first but then talkative, spunky and generous. He's about a year older than Wrong Turn Jr., and the difference in proportions is astonishing. The fellow looks like a regular kid: tall and skinny, hair, teeth, the whole deal. Wrong Turn Jr. is still a Macy's balloon: big head and belly, tube-y limbs, no hair to speak of, just two little jutting Gillettes for chomping. Does the roly-polyness really have to go away? Yes, faithful correspondent, it does. Enjoy it while it lasts.

We've been catching up on movies. Capsule reviews!

The Life Aquatic: flat of affect. Self-consciously artsy and quirky. The story falls apart. And a real downer ending, which I did not need.

Shaun of the Dead: goofy, large-hearted, lots of panache. Subdued gore, plenty of jokes but still surprisingly scary. Several actors from The Office. Why does every goddamn DVD I get from Blockbuster have a scene-destroying scratch right at the climax?

I Heart Huckabees: a notebook dump from Philosophy 101; a two-hour-long Darwin bumper sticker; Walker Percy could've eaten alphabet soup and crapped out a better navel-gazer. For all that, though, not bad. Decently written, compellingly acted and fairly funny. Our little boy from Rushmore is growing up!

@ 9:46:00 PM,

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