I'm telling myself I could have written a GREAT post tonight.
But I didn't. I watched The English Patient (Best Picture 1996) instead. A fine film.
I sometimes wonder about myself though. How is it that I enjoy The English Patient and The Big Lebowski?
I think I need to do a post on such (seeming) contradictions. Once I shake off this post-vacation malaise. Of course, that could take all week.
Wednesday's post will be a crap shoot in any case - 'cause we're going to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince tomorrow. Perhaps a mini-Styro review.
With no spoilers.
Take care.
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Back in the days of yore, or your, or you're, I fell asleep watching The English Patient.
Was it good? Because it just seemed really, really long.
It was good - but it moves slowly. It would be best watched in a contemplative mood - and when you're well-rested. Maybe after your children grow up and have moved out.
Seriously, it's not a movie I would recommend to EVERYONE. It doesn't have (what I would consider) broad appeal. [For the record, I did not say "appeal to broads".]
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