"I hate films. When I have two hours to spare, I'd rather spend them by myself than up there with those people"--Two Weeks in Another Town
Dreamed of the brutality of the Spanish Civil War (Loyalist politicians failing to escape the Nationalists and doomed to die); driving home to our Sackville house and seeing a group of Australian Aborigines performing a traditional dance in the front yard; getting to sit in on a meeting of the defence teach after presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich was charged with murder(?); the US Congress appointing a new president and vice president after the existing ones were forced out; hoping to play King Lear.
It's warmed up.
I forgot my belt at the opera, and had to buy a new one today.
Baked whole wheat bread.
Dinner was chicken curry.
Saw Yasujiro Ozu's I Flunked, But... a comedy about college students. It brought back some uncomfortable memories of my time in university.
I stayed for Vincente Minnelli's Two Weeks in Another Town, in which washed-up movie star Kirk Douglas comes to Rome to help out washed-up director Edward G. Robinson with an ill-starred Italian production. Mostly over the top, though it had some insights into life in the movie business. [It bears comparison to the better-known The Bad and the Beautiful.]
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