|L'Homme du Train...et trop de pleuvoir. Tabernac!
||[May. 26th, 2003|06:37 pm]
한국 사람이 아니다
|||||Gilmore Girls on tape...Luke & Lorelai need to just kiss||]|
It was raining this morning. Again. Or still...I'm not sure any more. So I (rather unimaginitively) decided to see a movie. I walked to Kendall and saw L'Homme du Train. (Which title makes more sense than the English: it means "Man from the Train" where the English title is "Man on the Train." He's only on the train for the opening scene, but he's from the train the whole movie. It's an interesting character study of two men, a former stuntman/current thief and a retired poetry teacher, who each covet the other's life. I mainly went to see it because it stars Johnny Hallyday, who is this incredible pop icon in France...up there in magnitude with Sammy Davis Jr. or Wayne Newton. You make fun of him, you love him, you hate him...but he's a big name. He's also a decent actor. He looks feral, like a wolf...yet there's a scene where he crushes one of his Gitanes into a pipe and smokes it while reading...he's a wolf who longs for domestication...while the lapdog he stays with hears the call of the wild.
After the movie I walked back up to Harvard and did some shopping: I decided I needed a more cheerful milk/juice/wine glass so I hit Crate and Barrel...I was also looking for an egg cutter but the one they had was too expensive. I stopped into Tealuxe for a Genmai Cha latte to get up the courage to walk the rest of the way home. It was raining harder than ever...and I got soaked.
Sorry, I'd rather have it be 20° and clear than 50° and pouring. This sucks.
will they ever?
if she won't, I will.
I was rewatching the bit at graduation. They look so like a couple!!! And Lorelai is teasing Luke about crying, and he says, "I'll never live this down, will I?"
And Lorelai said - I missed this bit before! - "Not as long as I'm in your life"
So interesting, na?
Mmm, foreign film...
That whole language translation bugs the crap out of me, though. I know very little of the languages, but I know enough to realize I am missing out on bits of dialogue. For instance, Jean-Pierre Jeunet says 15% of the dialogue of "Amelie" is lost in translation. Irritates the bloody fuck out of me. It makes me want to learn the languages of all the movies I watch. Which means I'd have my work cut out for me attending classes in Italian (which I've been trying to teach myself through tapes, but this annoys me, as well, because they don't tell you why, they just tell you what), Spanish (which I took in high school, but my knowledge now is almost less than fundamental), French, Japanese, Finnish, Dutch...
Bah, ugly American!