About A Boy, and Dreams, and Cavernous Dark Places

Tonight I laid a stack of pillows across the floor and popped in the About A Boy DVD that Netflix delivered to the door this very day.

Editing rescues. It may break some cardinal rules of the blogosphere -- but it rescues.

Soundtrack. Cinematography.

I should note that at one point in the movie, when set to pause for a bathroom break, I explained "mise en scène" to the rest of the room and talked about how Monsieur and I would blurt out "mise en scène" during critical points of a movie. (You had to be there)

I don't give good long winded movie reviews and I surely don't like giving away storylines and whatnot -- so you'll have to take me at my word. Those two aspects of the movie alone make it well worth it -- but you'll probably dig out your own appreciations.

from a few days ago - etched in luscious deep black rivets upon the oft neglected journal pages -

3-14-05
Awaking after a nap in some confusion as to my whereabouts and the time of day. The thoughts in my head are clear...but they concern very little with the immediate surroundings. The clarity is unusual. It was as if something had swelled in the brain - being a matter of retention - until it could no longer be restrained and it burst forth in swells of colours and structures and details long forgotten. For a while at least - these free flowing thoughts and ideas were a wonder to behold - but eventually the "confusion" was eliminated ~ and these wondrous beauties began to be soiled by sentiment. The present latched onto the past and brought into the spotlight details of minor relevance that made me cringe ~ But for a moment - at least - I had been free...