This evening, I am watching Look Both Ways and drinking exactly the right amount of red.
It’s that kind of night, don’t you think?
Do you know why it’s one of my favourite films? Because of the train driver and his son. One of the most beautiful depictions of the fragility of it all. Ever.
PS This is the view from my the verandah at Kangaroo Island. I found it on my camera the other day.
PPS (sorry, Drew, I can’t remember what you said it was supposed to be the second time) I do not lust after William McInnes in the way that you probably expect me to – as previously discussed.
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“I do not lust after William McInnes in the way that you probably expect me to”
Well you obviously missed him at Writers’ Week then.
Some of us were in the front row.
Heh.
“I do not lust after William McInnes in the way that you probably expect me to”
Well you obviously missed him at Writers’ Week then.
Some of us were in the front row.
Heh.
Fark. You’re keen. I wouldn’t have sat in the front row of those tents for anyone. Except James Spader. And, as of this week, Sam Seaborn. And, yes, I know he isn’t real. The mister has pointed that out.
Sam Seaborn? Is he the one on the West Wing? So clean cut, that Rob Lowe. I always liked CJ myself – and then she played Meryl Streep’s lover in The Hours…
CJ would never fall for me.
S’OK. You got it… remember: only one S but keep stacking on the Ps.
And I’m not that attracted to him either. At least, not in that way.
Thanks, Drew.
Did you get your phone back?
I love that film too. Daniela Farinacci does suppressed pain better than anyone.
That is the bestest film around.
I will armwrestle you for Sam Seaborn though, fictional or no.
I loved it – and it’s shot (partly) in Yarraville, which is interesting from my POV. Must get it out and watch it again.
Suse – I will win, and if I need to cheat, I will.
Helen – you know, parts of it were shot down near where PC lives too.
Gee, it’s a great film, isn’t it?
I have a habit of coming home at lunchtime on Fridays and eating lunch over a little bit of movie, and making that movie last a few weeks, but a couple of weeks ago I put on LBW (for the first time on DVD) and couldn’t turn it off again. I went to pick my son up from school with tear tracks all over my face. He thought one of the cats had died. I don’t think it will ever be a lunchtime quickie selection again, as much as I adore it.
My best friend has a thing for William, and she lives in the same suburb as his mother (in Qld), so every now and again she’ll turn a corner and see him. It’s very discombobulating, apparently.
I am not crazy for William. Or Sam – who in real life is alleged to have been hassling a queue of nannies. But if Ben Mendelsohn ever writes a book…..heh.
LBW is a marvellous fillum, though.