Happy Wednesday! I had a lovely lovely day yesterday, and now I am at work and sleep-deprived, the price I pay for a lovely lovely day.
Reading: Not much, pretty dead in the brain right now. There’s the Film Companion homophobic article of course, but otherwise not much.
Watching: SO MUCH! Over the weekend I started Poldark. Such a sexy show! Oh my goodness, BBC I hardly knew ye. More importantly, I watched Why Women Kill on impulse. The first episode is trying too hard and stilted and too campy, but wow does it improve and get really kind of deep as the show goes on. In a way that makes me think the first episode was a conscious experiment, sucking people in by making you think it will be a campy shallow farce and then going deeper and therefore revealing the audiences own hypocrisy in accepting that was all there was. And then I started Unforgotten, which started slow and confusing in the first episode too, and then I finally got into the rhythm and it is quite good. Oh, and last night I watched War again. Still gay.
Thinking: Letterman special! It’s coming up soon. Does anyone know if Netflix drops things at midnight eastern time, midnight pacific time, or some other time? I’m planning/hoping to stay up and watch it ASAP, take notes, and write my review. And then go to work with two hours sleep (fun times!).
Listening: Thanks to my nephew and his Yo Yo obsession, this song has been stuck in my head. Seems awfully appropriate for a 2 month old, doesn’t it?
Question: Yesterday I put up a post (which you should all comment on!) asking if you want Shahrukh to be your father, son, or lover movie by movie. What other actors fall in that grey area where you somehow want them to be your lover and also your father/son? Taking Anil Kapoor in Ek Ladki Ko Dekha as a given?