A charmingly modest and understated movie about an unlikely relationship that starts off as a conventional meet-cute and then goes somewhere unexpected.
It’s been a while since I got some new music, but now I’ve discovered a sublime album from an Australian country singer-songwriter; one of the greatest female pop vocalists of all time; and a Greatest Hits collection from some Austrian guy.
I took a break from my Mad Men re-watch marathon to check out this 2010 documentary about the career of Ayrton Senna, the Brazilian Formula One champion, who died at the age of 34 after a crash in the 1994 San Marino Grand Prix.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining;— Anton Chekhov
show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
Sometimes your pleasure of reading a book is greatly enhanced by the book just before it. Since my previous read didn’t offer much in the way of stylish or witty prose, I positively drank up this delicious, sharply observed novel of modern manners about the insular world of English upper classes and those anxious to gain a membership.
With Lockdown No. 4 restrictions easing, I went to the Astor Theatre to revisit the movie that scarred my childhood.
I was in a mood for something light and fluffy on a Friday night, so I watched another cult classic I missed out on.
I’ve yet to see the film adaptation that bagged Julianne Moore her long-overdue Oscar, but I took the opportunity to check out the original novel about a woman diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.
One of my favourite cat-related pieces of art is this famous Russian “lubok” print from the 18th century, which may or may not be a satire of Peter the Great. I’ve loved it since childhood, but thanks to the Ye Olde Russian text I never realised that it is in fact a tad rude. It translates something like:
The Cat of Kazan, mind of Astrakhan, reason of Siberia,
he lived sweet, ate sweet, and farted sweet.