greygirlbeast in these here parts), except apparently this ghost-like thing was real, because at the end of the show-part of the dream (as the house gets boarded up) there’s a recap that said that people ask Caitlin what’s up with her characters and she says they’re totally fictional, and I burst out laughing, knowing she’s saying that to protect Mr. Ghost-like Thing…Oh. And there was a biplane. Don’t ask me why, but it seemed hugely important.
I made yesterday a movie day: three flicks in a row, $3 each at the Laurelhurst, each enjoyable in their own ways: Revenge of the Sith (I still teared up at one point), The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (which seems to me to be a decent and fairly innocuous film, considering some of the hatred it stirred up) and the absolutely insane Kung Fu Hustle. Man, how to describe it? Deeply cartoonish, which seems a good way to tell a story about a man who desperately wants to be a bad guy but who’s truly suited to be running a candy store with the cute, mute Candy Cart girl he keeps running into. (It’s also, more broadly, about the residents of a Chinese slum standing up to the gangs of their city and, um, laying the kung-fu smackdown on them.) It’s gleeful mayhem that even looks like a musical at times, but with blood and people who run so fast their feet blur Hanna-Barbera style (or like The Wizard of Space and Time, and if you know what the hell I’m talking about, I like you already) and, um, a man who looks like a toad. Hee hee. Hee hee, I say! Anyway, that was yesterday.
In other news:
I’m still “yay”-ing about that…
