on the superiority of Romanian gymnasts
Aug. 14th, 2009 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_revPT continues. I'd expected this week's visit to be a simple sort of turning my head this way and that and for him to send me on my way. But he decided on strength training so I will see him at least once more. So far strength training for the neck means exercising my shoulders/arms in ways I generally wouldn't, so that my rear deltoids are complaining like emo teenagers.
Running! Great run last night. I'd slacked off considerably on running since the neck thing, over a month now, which is shameful. But last night was great and I hope to have a good one again tonight. My next netflix DVD is Backstroke for Everyone which will fit neatly into both fitness and PT as several of the PT exercises are similar to swim strokes.
Mad Men. I can't watch it. I like the main character in spite of his flaws and wacky emo-ness, I'm interested in his wife, in the the new girl, and in perhaps one or two more folk. But I can't stomach the hateful things people say and do, and the way it's just sort of accepted. Perhaps if the writers ever finished shoving the casual hate down our throats, and the rampant ignorance, and just got on with some damned plot, I could take it. There are moments when I know I'm supposed to be laughing at something awful or ignorant, and I just don't.
It occurred to me to compare this with Deadwood for some reason, possibly because it's another one of a very few period series I've watched. And for all the violence and language and the prejudices held by those characters, the people of Deadwood are far more likeable to me, and the hate did not cut as deep. Perhaps because some (most!) of the women stood up for themselves, there was sometimes justice for people wronged, bastards got what they deserved or redeemed themselves, or even if they didn't, they were called on it by SOMEONE. I choose 1870's over 1960's apparently.
Rear Window (1954). This was a re-watch for me, but the Captain had never seen it. Such fun! Such suspense! I loved it all over again. I appreciate Grace Kelly more now. I particularly enjoyed the way Hitch used background noise, radios or pianos playing in other apartments, to score it. Wonderful.
Indiscreet (1958). Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant. After playing so wonderfully together in Notorious I thought I couldn't go wrong with these two, but the first half of the film was rather boring. Just talking and dating. Snore. The second half was considerably more fun. Jealous Cary ftw!
And having nothing to do with ANY of that, for some reason I can't remember (apart from the fact that she's awesome), I decided to introduce the Captain to Gilda Radner via Nadia Comaneci! She's still cute! I had not seen this in years and I was breathless. She was brilliant!
Running! Great run last night. I'd slacked off considerably on running since the neck thing, over a month now, which is shameful. But last night was great and I hope to have a good one again tonight. My next netflix DVD is Backstroke for Everyone which will fit neatly into both fitness and PT as several of the PT exercises are similar to swim strokes.
Mad Men. I can't watch it. I like the main character in spite of his flaws and wacky emo-ness, I'm interested in his wife, in the the new girl, and in perhaps one or two more folk. But I can't stomach the hateful things people say and do, and the way it's just sort of accepted. Perhaps if the writers ever finished shoving the casual hate down our throats, and the rampant ignorance, and just got on with some damned plot, I could take it. There are moments when I know I'm supposed to be laughing at something awful or ignorant, and I just don't.
It occurred to me to compare this with Deadwood for some reason, possibly because it's another one of a very few period series I've watched. And for all the violence and language and the prejudices held by those characters, the people of Deadwood are far more likeable to me, and the hate did not cut as deep. Perhaps because some (most!) of the women stood up for themselves, there was sometimes justice for people wronged, bastards got what they deserved or redeemed themselves, or even if they didn't, they were called on it by SOMEONE. I choose 1870's over 1960's apparently.
Rear Window (1954). This was a re-watch for me, but the Captain had never seen it. Such fun! Such suspense! I loved it all over again. I appreciate Grace Kelly more now. I particularly enjoyed the way Hitch used background noise, radios or pianos playing in other apartments, to score it. Wonderful.
Indiscreet (1958). Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant. After playing so wonderfully together in Notorious I thought I couldn't go wrong with these two, but the first half of the film was rather boring. Just talking and dating. Snore. The second half was considerably more fun. Jealous Cary ftw!
And having nothing to do with ANY of that, for some reason I can't remember (apart from the fact that she's awesome), I decided to introduce the Captain to Gilda Radner via Nadia Comaneci! She's still cute! I had not seen this in years and I was breathless. She was brilliant!
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Date: 2009-08-14 06:11 pm (UTC)Indiscreet. I adore this film. I can't help but love every moment Cary and Ingrid have on screen together. It makes me so sad they didn't make more films together. I think their chemistry is so amazing and they are truly believable. The fact they were such close friends always comes through in those performances. I typically don't look past the characters actors play for a relationship in real life, but when it comes to Cary and Ingrid I sit here and think "hmmm, I wonder. Maybe they were an item...They HAD to be!!!!!"
hehe
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Date: 2009-08-14 06:26 pm (UTC)But I'm not one for simple happy dating movies. It didn't get especially interesting to me until the issue of his not-marriedness popped up. Conflict!
Also, Cary dancing like a madman? Was pretty hilarous. :D
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Date: 2009-08-14 07:52 pm (UTC)Cary said that dancing scene was his favorite of all his scenes.
It definitely shows. ;)