We were in Yorkshire for half-term. On the way home we detoured to see the Drax power station close up. The cooling towers are stunning. Apparently Drax supplies 8% of the UK’s energy.
This cover is horrible. And the following quote by the artistic director is so slimy: “Three girls in a bed is a bedful of girls, but two girls in a bed are lesbians“
I went see Walk the Line this afternoon. It was either that or Brokeback Mountain and the film on first won the day.
Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon give marvellous performances and have fine tingly singing voices. I think she has been remarkable in everything I have seen her in: notably Election, Cruel Intentions and, particularly, Legally Blonde where she is much better than the material deserves. I like Joaquin not just because he’s a committed vegan and has a sexy scar on his lip but also because he’s a good actor who shone in Gladiator and was good in the first half of Quills (he was probably great in the second half but my video recording failed).
My beef with Walk the Line is the portrayal of Cash’s first wife. They were married for twelve years and had four children and yet not once were they shown as being happy. She was just a moan and I don’t believe it (and neither do their children). Did the filmmakers think that we couldn’t handle the notion that even while you are waiting for your true love to accept that’s what she is, you can still be in a relationship that is fulfilling and, gosh, even fun? Nobody would have put up with Vivian if whinging and whining was all she did. Still, Ginnifer Goodwin, looked gorgeous with her big eyes and flawless skin. Actually, she was also one of the best things about Mona Lisa Smile, the disappointingly poor Julia Roberts vehicle about underprivileged privileged people.
This gorgeous cat has gone missing. It’s really horrible not having a clue about what has happened to her.
I am looking forward to the new Sarah Harmer album. My appreciation of her has crept on me very subtly. I had downloaded a handful of random tracks by her (I do that a lot; download tracks and subsequently haven’t a clue why I downloaded them and by what tortuous route I got there) including Uniform Grey and Capsized which I absently put on my mp3 player. They would turn up and I would wonder who it was I was listening to (my player doesn’t necessarily stretch to showing you the artists’ names). Eventually it dawned on me that they were great songs sung in a beautiful rich voice and the lyrics started to seep in too. I downloaded more and realised (ahem) that parting with money was in order. Two particular favourites lyrically (and musically) are Silver Road and Almost (and I am sure that I am not in a minority with my second choice).
Here’s a snippet of each:
I’ll be way down a silver road, I’ll go
where the moon has it lit up
turn off your headlights and go slowly
I don’t want it to let up.
(in Britain, turning your lights off wouldn’t have the same effect as in Canada, what with all the light pollution but it’s lovely imagery)
And if I am a sailor,
then you are the warm gulf wind,
and you’ve blown into this little port
and roused my dreams again.
(hmm, warm Gulf wind, I feel toasty and loved)
