Another weekend, gone

Pedro Almodovar

The box set (thanks MM) blurb says he's: outstanding, controversial and influential. He makes brilliant films.

I'd been planning to work yesterday. I'd been looking forward to working, absurd as that must sound. I'd been looking forward to working at a sensible, even a serene pace. Concentrating on getting things right, rather than going at everything manically, struggling to get anything out of the door to programme. Instead, I did nothing of the sort. It started with the heavy rain and All About My Mother. Then there was male-form pastry: dough. Home made pizza and pasta. 50% success rate. The pizza went down a storm.

“One each? There's enough for one each.”

“That's alright. We'll share one.”

“You sure? There's enough.”

“No, one'll be fine. We can have some more later if we're still hungry.”

Five minutes later:

“Is that second pizza still on offer?”

The oversize, pasty-size, under-stuffed ravioli were somewhere between disaster and barely-edible, but I'm writing them down as 'need tweaking' because they'll be nice when I get them right and pasta made from just good flour and real free-range eggs has a certain body-as-temple appeal.

Then there was walking the dog, and drying out afterwards. Dropping FL down for the early season bonfire festivities. Watching the mighty 'Quins dismantle Biarritz in the second half.

Then we watched Talk to Her.

The themes of the films overlap: the nature of sexuality, and our need to pigeonhole when boundaries are manmade or blurred; accidents, hospitals, death, treatment. Both pose ethical and moral questions, and examine how these relate to friendship. Both look hard at the downside of overly sheltered upbringings. Both are great films.

Time Bandits

Not the film with the dwarves and John Cleese. These are real, although unseen. They steal portions of time from my personal hourglass for some dodgy purpose. They're most active at weekends, but they operate during the week, too.