dri
01 May 2012 @ 10:15 pm

Watching: still with the Dirk. Last night was I Could Go On Singing which totally devastated me to the point of rewriting the end in my head and having to watch clips of The Pirate on YouTube to make myself feel better. Damn you, Dirk, why must you always hurt me?! Why can't you ever make a love story that DOESN'T hurt?!

Also, it made me realise I don't own any Judy Garland music at all. Why is that? In time.

... wasn't anything... Collapse )

 
 
chaos: amusedamused
beauty: Lana Del Rey - Brite Lites
 
 
dri
So I'm reading Dirk's authorised biography at the moment as well as his letters as well as his first memoir. He was such a prodigious communicator, so much detailed of his life and words. And the thought keeps touching me that I haven't been journalising at all, not in my own paper journal I mean where all the messiness comes out. No wonder I feel all dim and blurry around the edges, nowhere as clear and defined as I usually feel.

But then perhaps that's a good thing. Self-preservation sort of thing. This will be a blank year in terms of my journals. The Facebook updates don't count, they're many but all superficial. I find I am getting increasingly cryptic which frustrates one of my cousins but that doesn't make me feel in the least bit guilty. It's necessary, I'm not going to share everything with everyone any more. And not at this time.

Went to see Mirror Mirror yesterday with the Filmmaker Friend. As I predicted, it was stunningly beautiful in a visual sense and completely crap in every other sense. I may watch The Cell today to combat that and restore my fierce love for Tarsem. It occurred to me as we were sitting in the food court afterwards, talking over gelato and spicy rice, that there was a distance between us, carefully maintained by both of us. Even though we connected fully over our respective creative limbo. And the curious thing is I was okay with that. I still am.

"I'm still in the shell and you haven't cracked it, honey."

That's Dirk. I wonder if he says it in this interview. Somehow I doubt.
 
 
chaos: blankblank
beauty: Dirk Bogarde interviewed on the Russell Harty Show
 
 
dri
14 February 2012 @ 08:33 pm
So I finally ordered The Search from Oldies.com late last year along with Waterloo Bridge --- the Vivien Leigh version --- for the Aunt and Leave Her To Heaven to watch with shaula82. And day before yesterday I finally got around to watching it.

Such an interesting little movie. ... happy in our make believe ...Collapse )

Maybe I should watch more Fred Zinnemann films. I mean, I haven't even seen High Noon and only just realised he made that. Call myself a film buff? *snort* I suppose I could put aside my vague Gary Cooper antipathy for that. After all, dear god, that man was a deliciously tall drink of water. Even if he was a weasel. Ugh, Grace Kelly. No, wait, I think I like her only a little better than I loathe Ingrid Bergmann. Fifties versions of Scarlett Johannson. Pfah. *flaps hand*

Gimme Kate any day. :p
 
 
chaos: mischievousmischievous
beauty: Tears For Fears - Advice For The Young At Heart
 
 
dri
04 February 2012 @ 07:52 pm
So just back from seeing Love Never Dies at the Capitol.

... totally spoilery, don't even ...Collapse )

Oh man, I think I want to see the whole thing again. Whether onstage or on DVD is the question now. Heh.
 
 
chaos: contemplativecontemplative
beauty: Love Never Dies - Devil Take The Hindmost (in my head)
 
 
dri
03 February 2012 @ 02:10 pm
Random things of note:

*** Clearly I must be the only person in the world who is completely unmoved and unimpressed and frequently bored by the new Joseph Arthur double album, Redemption City. Or so it would seem from the plethora of retweets. Seriously contemplating unfollowing him until the next album comes out. Problem is then I may not know when the next album comes out. #socialmediadilemma

*** Totally have Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These in my head after listening to the absolutely marvellous cover Active Child did on Triple J this morning. He's so right, his voice matches hers so well. Now I only have to wait for someone to cut the song off from the jabber so I can put it on my iPod. Also, quietly excited for this video they're shooting in some Aussie swamp for Johnny Belinda. Hope he doesn't die in this one too. I really need to ask at some point what movie that soundgrab in the alternate version is from. Been driving me nuts ever since he leaked it. One day. I keep hoping someone else will beat me to it.

*** Am reading this bloody brilliant book called The Child Thief by this bloody brilliant artist/writer called Brom. The way it reinvents the Peter Pan story makes me so damned grateful and kinda vindicates the slight guilt I feel for never having gotten through reading the original. I fucking love this Peter Pan with knives and angst. And even though most of it seems set in New York, it seems so deliciously otherworldly it almost feels English to me. Fucking brilliant, man.

*** Got my eyebrows done yesterday by the Aunt's favoured organic skin care specialist lady. Thought it was a bit odd at first, not quite as natural as I'd like, but I've gotten used to it now. No doubt there'll be a pic taken tomorrow.

*** The crochet continues apace. I seem to be queueing up projects rather faster than I can complete them but then I have noticed this tendency to take on big damnably simple projects rather than small tricky ones. I will post pix at some point, yes. Tally so far: one blanket done up from scratch; one blanket crocheted together from knitted squares. Working on: one blanket in ever increasing rounds, just over the halfway mark. Queued up: two more baby blankets, then one very stylish shawl for a very stylish cousin, and then I wanna try my hand at an entrelac blanket/shawl for the sheer trickery of it.

*** Found The Brontes: A Life In Letters at the library. Fully intend to keep it for at least the month it'll take me to read them all and copy out stuff from Charlotte's letters. Yes, I did rewatch my favourite version of Jane Eyre the other day, how could you tell? Am staving off this year's re-read, though. So many other books to read.

*** Doing a fairly decent job of not being a writer. Almost settled into the reality of it now.
 
 
chaos: peacefulpeaceful
beauty: Active Child - Hanging On / Sweet Dreams (mashing up in my head)
 
 
dri
01 February 2012 @ 12:50 pm
Nicked from frooit.

I'm running a test to see who's reading my posts (well, not really—just cut and pasted this, but carry on). So, if you read this, leave me a one-word comment about your day that starts with the third letter of your LJ USERNAME. Only one word please. Then repost so I can leave a word for you. Don't just post a word and not copy - that's not as much fun!

Not really. I just like the third letter thing. :p
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chaos: curiouscurious
beauty: Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal (live in Bucharest)
 
 
dri
30 January 2012 @ 11:46 am
So last night shaula82 and I saw Active Child at the Oxford Art Factory. Aside from the fact that they didn't play Wilderness, it was everything I could have hoped for.

... you'll make it through ...Collapse )

So so glad I got to see this, their first gig in Sydney.
 
 
chaos: calmcalm
beauty: Active Child - Ancient Eye
 
 
dri
02 November 2011 @ 10:07 pm
For what it's worth ...

... post script ...Collapse )

In the office tomorrow. Bracing myself for a solid day's work. But it'll be good to see everybody again and joke around.

It's all good. Or almost good, anyway.
 
 
chaos: pleasedpleased
beauty: The Kid on pause
 
 
dri
01 November 2011 @ 10:20 pm
Ha. I just realised there's not a single person of colour in this novel.

The irony.

Or if there is, neither Sean nor I have noticed.

No, I'm saving all of that for the next novel, doncherknow. And god, there were enough in the previous unfinished one. *groans at the memory of all that political correctness*

Wait! Yes, there is. Well, mention of a non-white name. Links --- oh, and Ghana. And China. And Kofi Annan.

All right, I'm over it. *flaps hand*
 
 
chaos: lethargiclethargic
beauty: Active Child - Shield & Sword
 
 
dri
30 October 2011 @ 04:54 pm
Thing that amused me the most today: Marissa Nadler has released a second volume of covers just for those of us who ordered the album directly from her. When she tweeted about having finished one of them sometime last week, she said it was Learning To Fly and I immediately responded with a joyful "Omg, that's my favourite Floyd song, yay, can't wait to hear your version!"

This morning I got the email with the link to said covers volume and eagerly scrolled through to see what else she'd covered. And haaaaaa, I'm such a dork. It never even occurred to me that there might be some other song called Learning To Fly. Hers is the Tom Petty song. And then my heart leapt at seeing Motel Blues and I was like "Omg Big Star?!" Um, no, Loudon Wainwright which made me go "Waaaaaaitaminit, was the Big Star song I love a cover itself of the Wainwright song?" Turns out, yes. And then I got very excited to see Sara ... only to discover it's the Bob Dylan song, not Fleetwood Mac.

*falls over laughing*

Isn't that hilarious? Three for three. Well, sort of. Three and a half, really. Three and a half times I was totally wrong because my music knowledge skews all over its own crazed area and not the full proper spectrum.

Funny how despite my dislike of both the younger Wainwrights and my slight attraction to the father, I'm enough of this generation of the younger to want to back away from the father. *eyetwitch*

But then I felt the same wariness of Tim because of Jeff, didn't I? And look at us now. Only Jeff never called his album/EP Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole about Tim. *cough* No, we have don't be like the one who made me so old and Jeff's fervent fanboy love of Starsailor and well, he never got to grow past that and never could collaborate.

Lost chances, man. Carpe fucking diem. Hallo, Mr Chips.

I watched Goodbye, Mr Chips last night in an effort to get away from all the war movies I've rented out this weekend and goddamn, it tore my heart right out. I don't think I've ever seen Robert Donat in anything although his name is so familiar it feels like I should have. I always confuse Donat with Walker with Montgomery with Taylor anyway. Wait, no, not Walker, I could never confuse Robert Walker with anyone. Beautiful fucked up ridiculouly talented actor that he is. Was.

I wish my copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel would get here already. I wish I had so many more Leslie movies. I wish ... oh, a lot of things.

But I'll settle for having the power restored to my laptop, yay. Even if it now means I'm severely cashstrapped for the next fortnight. But hey, at least I'm not living in the Great Depression. Let's maintain a sense of proportion here. :p
 
 
chaos: amusedamused
beauty: Janis Joplin - Try Just A Little Bit Harder