"How did they figure it out?" "Somebody must have tipped them off!" "It's always somebody tipped them off, it's never the cops are smart"--White Heat
Dreamed of reading a book by a Russian-Jewish writer recalling life in the Czarist era; seeing an unsuccessful movie about a caveman from the past found by some slightly more civilized truck drivers, based on a video game.
Saw Raoul Walsh's White Heat for about the third time. That's the one with James Cagney as a psychopathic gangster with a mother fixation and headache problem, who ends up blowing himself up along with a whole oil refinery. (He should join Al-Qaeda.) The scene where he learns of his mother's death and goes to pieces in a prison dining hall is really stunning.
Dinner was KFC strips.
Saw the video of Wong Kar-Wai's Days of Being Wild, about a rootless young man in Hong Kong. Leslie Cheung was pretty cool.
Went out to the Royal Oak in the east end, where they had a karaoke last year. But they don't seem to have it now.
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