![]() ![]() ![]() I'm not sure I'd want to live that way, in some big manor with an army of staff (for one thing, there would be a lot of waking up screaming from people coming in the room to light fires and do stuff while I was asleep), but that kind of thing might be fun for a weekend party - dressing up for dinner, having a pot of cocoa brought to me at bedtime, having breakfast in bed. In the evening, I dragged out an old tape and watched Gosford Park, because I was in the mood for that sort of thing. I love Sam Neill, but that vision of Merlin is so far from mine that the whole thing became kind of silly to me in a bizarre way (I kept trying to picture him in a suit in New York, and that made me giggle). Sunday afternoon I mostly ignored the Merlin miniseries on Sci Fi while I worked my crossword puzzles. MRS. WINTERBOURNE DEUTSCH MOVIEStay tuned later in the week for a discussion of a particular romantic comedy plot type that watching this movie inspired. There's this scene in the movie in which he does an impromptu tango through the kitchen that manages to be very hot, swooningly romantic and absolutely hilarious, all at the same time. He can be simultaneously dashing, romantic and goofy. I'd really like to see him in a good romantic comedy because he's the perfect leading man for that sort of thing. There are some structural problems with that movie (it feels like major scenes are missing because it skips from point A to point D too many times), but it made me fall madly in love with Brendan Fraser. And that means that if I were a Hollywood actress, I would probably now be playing the woman whose husband leaves her, and then she runs off to Italy to mend her broken heart. ![]() But the girl was played by Diane Lane, who is now the Hollywood go-to for 40-something divorced woman starting her life over again roles. It made me feel kind of old because I was only a few years younger than the kids in the movie when the movie came out (and was taking place), and I didn't live too far from Paris at the time, so the Paris they showed is what I remember. On Saturday afternoon I found a fun little movie on one of the HBO channels called A Little Romance, about a 13-year-old American girl in Paris who meets a French boy and runs off to Venice, with the help of an old con man. I know a lot of tea was consumed and I seldom left the comfort of the electric blanket on the sofa. I had an extremely lazy weekend - so lazy that I can barely remember what I did. ![]() They're a lot braver about that than I would be. I also keep getting very nervous watching these guys climbing around trees with chainsaws. Today's main annoyance, however, is the noise, with a couple of chainsaws and a woodchipper going constantly, not far outside my office window. These trees were also popular nesting sites for grackles, which are noisy and smelly, and those gorgeous leaves usually ended up on my patio when they fell. However, I know this kind of tree is prone to disease and doesn't have a long, healthy lifespan. They blocked my house from the road, and they went a gorgeous dark crimson color in the fall, while the spring blooms made it look like it was snowing. Although the trees are on the other side of the wall from my yard, they were my view. Actually, what's happening is that a guy is standing in the tree with a chainsaw, cutting down the branches bit-by-bit, and then they seem to be cutting the trunks from there. It's not one big cut and then "timber!" Instead, they seem to be cutting in two-inch increments. It's chainsaw day at the Swendson Villa - not that I've gone psycho killer (yet!), but the city crews are cutting down the trees along the side of the road behind my house. ![]()
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