We all have them, I suppose, but I got dem blues bad. Weekends aint long enough...
Of course, once I am busy at work tomorrow these thoughts will all be rather wasted. But I thought I'd share these miserable emotions with you anyway.
Talking of misery, I saw The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford on Saturday night. A grand film, if perhaps not quite 'epic' and the cinematography some of the finest North America has to offer. The good production gave it a really believable sense of time and place (1880s midwest). Perhaps it also has to do with the a very credible 1983 book of the same name which, by all accounts, is rather good. I will, however, most likely never read it!
Ultimately I found the whole film not a little tedious and couldn't wait for Brad Pitt, no matter how well he played the unlikeable character of Jesse James, to finally get shot to death. I would have pulled the trigger myself just to get all the psychological angst over and done with. Perhaps, ironically, the plot was hampered by some over-emphasis on that damned mighty fincy-fancy cinematography getting in the way of a fairly simple story of betrayal and murder.
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