Watched a Lady in the Water on TV the other night. What a dog's dinner of a film. Not helped by the director's own wooden acting I might add. Paul Giamatti did everything he could (and the more I see him the more I like that guy) but there was no saving it.
Yeah. The funniest part was when she was revealed not just as a narf, but, and I quote here: "A madam narf". I mean, is that writing or what?
I think I must have been sitting there open-jawed, numbed and dumbstruck by that point. Can't remember any dialogue now; it already sits in my memory like a confusing dream.
VVed - some under appreciated beauties this week. Or a desolate sense of hopelessness pervading our souls.