Dreamed of seeing High Sierra in a color(?) print, with Humphrey Bogart not among the gang appearing in the opening scene, and Ida Lupino wearing jodhpurs.
Father used the gridiron to fry bacon and eggs for lunch.
In the afternoon I saw Gangs of New York. Dinah, I understand that you think Leo DiCaprio is a dream and you want to grow up to be Cameroon Diaz, but I can understand why your parents won't let you see it. Anyway, it was a real mess, though Daniel Day-Lewis and Jim Broadbent had entertaining American accents. I also brought an Alliance Cinemas membership and got a free DVD of The Others.
We were about to eat roast beef for dinner when we found out John and his daughter Rae were coming over. [They're vegans.] They ate pizza later.
In the evening we saw Julia, a fine film about courage, though Jane Fonda didn't really convey Lillian Hellman's anger. [It wasn't really JF's fault--I have a feeling it goes back to LH's notoriously unreliable memoirs. Roger Ebert's review says that the movie took two fascinating characters and managed to be about neither.]
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