Friday, October 21, 2005

And now, a word from the rest of my life...

Breaking up the string of Sox posts. Hopefully, the Sox win streak will not be similarly broken. Anyway. Onward.

Took in Serenity and and A History of Violence in the past few weeks. Serenity was an engaging space adventure movie, and I particularly liked the dialogue, although some of it seemed to be mumbled over the by the actors, as if their tongues were in the way of the words. But it was entertaining without megabudget effects or name actors.

A History of Violence was a little weirder. I missed the punchline. It was too straightforward, and there were parts that confused me, not because the plot was too complicated, but because I didn't understand why the event happened. What's your reaction if a purple duck walked through your living room? Yah. Pretty much the same thing.

Checked out the New Pornographers at Metro. Extremely entertaining and a full order buffet for the ears, with 8 members and 7 instruments. I don't know any of the words but I find myself singing along anyway. Neko Case can belt it out, too.

However, the find of the night was Newest Pornographer and Immaculate Machine keyboardist Kathryn Calder, who plays keyboard and shakes a tambourine with a fetching, freespirited aplomb that had Max and I dreaming of stiffer backbones and slimmer paunches.

I can finally put my socks on in a normal amount of time. It's still no fun to have somebody tell you that you can't play sports anymore, though. There's always darts and bingo, I guess.

Bring on Houston.