I saw ( Stone of Destiny. )
After a day's break I returned to see ( Dummy )( and Love and Other Crimes. )
On Thursday I met up with debodacious
and equally charming daughter, and we went to see ( A Film With Me In It. )
Friday was ( Transsiberian. )
On Saturday I saw ( Princess of Nebraska. )
Finally, I saw ( Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day )
As of this week I will be back to making as much use of my Unlimited card as possible, as there are several films that came out while I was otherwise engaged that I'm looking forward to, like Secret Agents
and The Edge of Love
. I also want to see Teeth
, although I think I was misinformed or just overly hopeful, as I thought that a horror about vagina dentata might be quite a feminist thing, but the trailer I last saw suggests otherwise. Still, it'll be something to do, since the television continues appalling.
And now there is but a month to wait until the Fringe and the Book festivals start, and I will have to spend it trying very hard not to buy tickets for everything I want, but to wait and see. I have tickets for my main desires - Debo, Posy Simmonds, Kristin Hersh and The Globe's Romeo and Juliet
in the Botanic Gardens, and for the Fringe previews. Shakespeare
I read The Player's Boy
and The Players and the Rebels
as a nice break, and then I decided to read the Bill Bryson book on Shakespeare (thanks, Lizzie!) to see where Antonia Forest might have got her source material from. And Ned's dead
. I didn't know, and it quite upset me. He died at 27, which is probably not much past the end of the books. I hope he was still there when Nick came back from his voyage. Apparently he's buried in Southwark Cathedral, so I might try and see it next time I'm there.
I thought about Nick quite a lot when I was watching the histories last month, as we started with Richard II
and he had to decide whether to inform, and then later with his Feeble not surprising anyone that he was willing to go to war (Feeble here was played by a woman), and having to deliver the lines even after having heard Anthony Merrick say it as his neck speech. I didn't know the histories (or indeed the history) very well, so I didn't follow all of it, exactly. But it was quite great. I remember there was a bit where lords slapped each other with gloves, and quite a lot of French nobles hanging around on ropes, and Katherine wasn't as awful as she mistly is, and the funny bits were funny, which is quite an achievement , considering. I was sitting next to some people who were also there for the entire series, and we started off saying "thank you" for letting each other past, and built up to friendly hellos each day and then I had quite a nice conversation between parts of Henry VIth with the man next to me about the interrelation between history and current politics, and the iniquities of university funding cuts, and whether or not disciplines truly had integrity that might be lost in interdisciplinary undergraduate work.Art
The first weekend I was here I took myself off to the Museum of Modern Art and the Dean Gallery. They're right next to each other, and I can't remember what I saw in which, as they've merged somewhat in my head. There was an exhibit on maternity, and I liked some of the pieces (like the replica birthing doll), but the signs were very irritating, as they tended to declare that the artist "transcended race and gender" without saying how they had done so, and actually I disagreed quite strongly that some of them did in fact do that, and not just ignore them, which is not at all the same thing. There were some pictures of showgirls on Broadway that I rather liked. Oh, and there was a HUGE robot in one room, which went all the way up to the ceiling and you could go and stand between its legs and look at all the metal. The Dean Gallery had a sort of library which I liked very much indeed, and I'm sorry that I have no academic interest in art so I can't go and use it. It was small, and the staircase sort of built itself into shelves that looked stuffed with interesting books.
I went to the Royal Academy exhibition, which had a lot of things that I wouldn't have on my walls if you paid me (mostly because I didn't like the colours), but which had won prizes. I've forgotten the name of the artist who did my favourite thing, even though I looked it up specially, which was of the Tower of Babel, with lots of rows of tiny elaborate silhouettes of people marching along and then winding their way up the tower and then some seemingly falling down from the top, all in black ink.
I have Plans to go to the Portrait Gallery, and the National Gallery in one of the coming weekends, and I hope that when I'm in Glasgow for work I can sneak off to the Museum of Modern Art there too.