siff day 2
May. 24th, 2009 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ironymaidenshaken. left the house in a rush, forgot my pocket things (cash, id, etc) turned around, got them, arrived at corner to see bus across the street. when the walk sign on Market turned, i was off like a bullet right into the path of a car turning right. people were shouting at me and everything but i was completely oblivious. car stopped, everyone is okay, the bus driver let me on the bus at the light, i stumbled to a seat in the back.
at the Uptown. grabbed a cheeseburger at Dick's, decided chocolate would help me, trying not to calculate how many cents each concession stand M&M costs as i crunch them down. for some reason the Uptown is the home of passholders bitching - about customer service, too much handheld camera work, get off my lawn...
anyway, today's slate, chosen mostly to let me spend a solid bit of time with C at Folklife:
Rumba
Morris, A Life With Bells On
Stella
house for Rumba is pretty sparse. but it is a beautiful, beautiful day, so i expect casual attendance to be low.
d'oh, they started out playing the wrong movie. but now that i've seen the first few minutes of Fruit Fly i definitely want to go. leading with a musical number about riding public transit in San Francisco was brilliant.
Rumba is a nearly-dialog-free tour de force of physical comedy. a married couple of teachers go to a rumba competition. on the way home, mayhem ensues. saying much more takes away from the wonder of discovery. i knew something was going on when i saw how ripped the woman was. she's built like physical theatre artists are - all iron wire. damn. the scene where she's on one foot is just remarkable. very funny.
now i'm at Morris: A Life With Bells On. a bunch of Morris dancers just performed and are in the audience, which is going to be rough for quiet watching what with the bells on their legs.
oh, lovely. the film is a charming mockumentary, and it shows regard for Morris while poking fun at the inherent silliness of it. the showing ended with cheers. the rap over the credits is worth the price of admission.
settled in the Uptown for Stella, which is pretty full. i'm amused that someone in front of me is reading off the Cannes results from their iPhone.
Stella was a technically proficient film. i just didn't care for it. plus, i guessed early on that our tween heroine was going to end up getting sexually abused, and i wasn't wrong. thanks for nothing, French coming-of-age movie. i nearly walked out, but i thought maybe something would happen at the end. not recommended.
it was okay that i stayed, since C made a surprise appearance to whisk me home. hugs can almost make up for a lame movie.
at the Uptown. grabbed a cheeseburger at Dick's, decided chocolate would help me, trying not to calculate how many cents each concession stand M&M costs as i crunch them down. for some reason the Uptown is the home of passholders bitching - about customer service, too much handheld camera work, get off my lawn...
anyway, today's slate, chosen mostly to let me spend a solid bit of time with C at Folklife:
Rumba
Morris, A Life With Bells On
Stella
house for Rumba is pretty sparse. but it is a beautiful, beautiful day, so i expect casual attendance to be low.
d'oh, they started out playing the wrong movie. but now that i've seen the first few minutes of Fruit Fly i definitely want to go. leading with a musical number about riding public transit in San Francisco was brilliant.
Rumba is a nearly-dialog-free tour de force of physical comedy. a married couple of teachers go to a rumba competition. on the way home, mayhem ensues. saying much more takes away from the wonder of discovery. i knew something was going on when i saw how ripped the woman was. she's built like physical theatre artists are - all iron wire. damn. the scene where she's on one foot is just remarkable. very funny.
now i'm at Morris: A Life With Bells On. a bunch of Morris dancers just performed and are in the audience, which is going to be rough for quiet watching what with the bells on their legs.
oh, lovely. the film is a charming mockumentary, and it shows regard for Morris while poking fun at the inherent silliness of it. the showing ended with cheers. the rap over the credits is worth the price of admission.
settled in the Uptown for Stella, which is pretty full. i'm amused that someone in front of me is reading off the Cannes results from their iPhone.
Stella was a technically proficient film. i just didn't care for it. plus, i guessed early on that our tween heroine was going to end up getting sexually abused, and i wasn't wrong. thanks for nothing, French coming-of-age movie. i nearly walked out, but i thought maybe something would happen at the end. not recommended.
it was okay that i stayed, since C made a surprise appearance to whisk me home. hugs can almost make up for a lame movie.
