Dreamed of the Terence Rattigan play In Praise of Love (which I saw in London in 1995--its closing line is "We don't have all night! Then again, I guess we do..."); people in the land of Oz climbing tall trees; a martial-arts heroine in a movie scene playing tennis against a group of men, with deadly darts; Montgomery Clift appearing in the scene; remembering that Clift was long dead, and wondering how he got into the scene. (CGI?)
Moira and I picked up our film festival stuff in the morning. They're showing Erich Von Stroheim's The Merry Widow!
Baked raisin bread.
Went shopping. They've renovated the whole supermarket [No Frills at the Dufferin Mall].
Montage, the local Mensa bulletin, is looking for a new editor. I think I'll apply. [Didn't get it because I wasn't considered "proactive"...]
Made my film festival selections. Most of them are either old movies or documentaries.
Dinner was salmon.
Saw Christopher Guest's A Mighty Wind at the Paradise. It's a mock documentary about '60s folk music. An uneven comedy, often droll but oddly creepy. Fred Willard had the funniest moments as a smarmy manager.
Went to karaoke and sang "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go," "Feelin' Groovy" (in an overly fast tempo that missed the song's point!) and "Consider Yourself."
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