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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

WHO?

Franklin and I have owls hooting in the morning now. We are not hearing them at night but I am sure they are out hunting. I hope they are picking up our rats.

They have been in the neighborhood at various times over the years we have been here. Every once in a while we have seen one doing a flyover while in the spa before bedtime. Graceful grey. Slow in the air. Gliding. Very big. I know of one tree they stay in down off the mesa; I saw one fly out early one morning as I biked by.

Have you ever heard owls? It is the most gentle song. Whooo. Who Who. Different patterns. Ours are at least a pair. We get them in stereo while he is peeing and I am stargazing at 3AM; our UP time. They remind us of the wonder of the morning, the proximity of nature, and the gentleness that can be there for us if we only stop to listen or look.

MOULIN ROUGE(2001)

I know I am swimming upstream here but I so did not like Today's Movie. If you knew how many html tags both on and off to make that 'so' you would know how much I so did not like it; uhhh six.

I was looking at my watch at 17 minutes and it took that long because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The visual mish-mash might be appealing to the MTV crowd but I suspect not as the overly made up characters were not very interesting after a couple of shots. The story? OK. Opera. The acting? Overwrought. Well, it is opera, so.... The choice of music? I liked some of it. When they fall in love on the roof I was OK with it. There was a little emotion here and there but I suspect I was manipulated.

I suppose I am just being an old fart about this but what happened to original music? What happened to Nicole Kidman? Weepy. Coughy. Hack Hack. Talk about chewing the scenery. Oh dear. Jim Broadbent and Ewan McGregor were pretty good in spite of. Fortunately we were spared too much of Leguizamo doing the ontheknees Lautrec thing so he came off pretty well.

I am going to rent the first MOULIN ROUGE done by John Houston in 1952. Jose Ferrer. Zsa Zsa Gabor. Yeh, her. Now she could tell Nicole a few things about over-acting. The first one was not really a musical but then neither is this melange of visual pop. And so on. Don't listen to me. I am out of the loop. I knew that I did not want to see it when I saw the trailer back then. I figured with the DVD I could reconsider. John says it takes the big screen. I cannot imagine it being goddam BIGGER. It was so over the top I had to move back from the teevee screen so I wouldn't get any on me. Like I said, don't listen to me.

It is true. I write a lot more about the ones that I do not like.


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