|The Shape of Things
||[May. 22nd, 2003|03:17 pm]
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Skipped Tae Kwon Do last night; was feeling very tired, and I'd eaten too much Chirashi Sushi for dinner. I needed to walk, though, and I had a free pass to any Loew's theater as long as the movie was out more than ten days. So I decided to go see The Shape of Things at Harvard Square.
Written and directed by Neil Labute, this was originally a stage play, and watching it, you can tell it was originally meant for live actors. There's only 4 players, and the sets and dialogue just scream "play!"
It's a good movie...thoughtful and really makes you wonder about "art" and "good" and "fun" and "love." Paul Rudd is truly amazing in this as the schlub who falls under MFA candidate Rachel Weisz's spell.
It's got its slow moments, too, however, and the theatre was actually warm for a change...I confess to getting a bit drowsy in the middle.
I walked home and could only think "nap." I think I fell asleep by 11 or 11:30...and woke up at 6:15! Crikey! Eight hours! Unheard of!
I've been very sleepy lately...wonder if there's something going on with me, or if it's just the weather? Weird.
Burmese cooking class again tonight...mmm...