"The French have no word for 'entrepreneur'"--Dubya (priceless!)
Got up at 9:37.
Dreamed of meeting Shelley Winters; of seeing a big painting showing French parents in WWI receiving a letter saying that their son, who they thought had survived a big battle, had actually been killed.
Went shopping. The bottom kept falling out of one of the boxes.
Baked gingerbread for tomorrow's spotlight.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw No Regrets for Our Youth at the Cinematheque. It's an early Kurosawa, and Japan's first postwar movie to reflect the new antiwar orthodoxy. Much of it was unsubtle: the visual and verbal flashbacks were hackneyed and the peasant scenes reminded me of Soviet cinema. But overall it was powerful, timely and very sad. What would we do if our country were heading inexorably to war? (Wait, it is.)
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