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Jun. 18th, 2011 07:06 amI finally got round to watching The King's Speech yesterday and was amazed. That movie certainly deserved all the Oscars, Baftas and whatnots it got, both for the screenplay and acting. Of course the cast reads like the Who's Who of Britain's thespians, but that alone is no guarantee for producing a masterpiece. Apart from Firth and Rush, who were brilliant, I simply loved Derek Jacobi's Archbishop of Canterbury. And I would never have recognized Jenifer Ehle, who played Lionel Logue's wife.
What I always admire in movies is the ability of the actors and director to walk on the right side of the fine line separating strong emotion from pathos. The end especially could easily have deteriorated into sentimental kitsch, but they succeeded in making it just moving (yes, I cried, why do you ask?). And I loved the scene at the beginning where Bertie tells his two daughters the bedtime story about the prince who's been turned into a penguin.
I *was* slightly embarrassed yesterday when boss came to say good morning. *snorts* It didn't get much better later on, when we wrote a report together, at my office, and he was standing behind me and literally breathing down my neck.
When we'd finished writing he asked me, as per usual, to read it out loud to him (it's his preferred method of detecting errors etc. and I've come to like it as well, because it's perfect for finding typos), and I thought, wow, we've really come a long way: he was sitting in one of the armchairs, or rather lying there, feet on the coffee table, head back on the backrest, eyes half-closed, relaxed. He's been doing that only in the last few weeks, and I take it as yet another sign of the easy, friendly and trusting working relationship we've developed.
I'm so going to continue Pilates -- funny, at first I was the one who was sceptical about it, and now I'm a fervent fan. The effect it has on the body shape, especially tummy and waist, is amazing. Besides it's also good for coordination; I've never been good with balance, and some exercises require balancing, so that's a bit frustrating but certainly useful. And it's something you can do no matter how old you are.
The diplomatic mail didn't arrive yesterday. *grumbles* Sometimes that happens, and there's nothing to be done about it, but I would've liked to read my cat books over the weekend. So that will have to wait till Monday.
Plans for the weekend include tennis today from 11 to 1 (hot!), and a concert tonight -- not that I want to go, but it's a charity event for the SOS Children's Village which we've sponsored, so I don't have much of a choice.
Tomorrow I'll go swimming with Stefanie, to which I'm looking forward a lot, and Irene will be back from her Greek holiday tomorrow night, so I'll probably cook dinner for the two of us.
Not bad, is it?
Good weekends to you all!
What I always admire in movies is the ability of the actors and director to walk on the right side of the fine line separating strong emotion from pathos. The end especially could easily have deteriorated into sentimental kitsch, but they succeeded in making it just moving (yes, I cried, why do you ask?). And I loved the scene at the beginning where Bertie tells his two daughters the bedtime story about the prince who's been turned into a penguin.
I *was* slightly embarrassed yesterday when boss came to say good morning. *snorts* It didn't get much better later on, when we wrote a report together, at my office, and he was standing behind me and literally breathing down my neck.
When we'd finished writing he asked me, as per usual, to read it out loud to him (it's his preferred method of detecting errors etc. and I've come to like it as well, because it's perfect for finding typos), and I thought, wow, we've really come a long way: he was sitting in one of the armchairs, or rather lying there, feet on the coffee table, head back on the backrest, eyes half-closed, relaxed. He's been doing that only in the last few weeks, and I take it as yet another sign of the easy, friendly and trusting working relationship we've developed.
I'm so going to continue Pilates -- funny, at first I was the one who was sceptical about it, and now I'm a fervent fan. The effect it has on the body shape, especially tummy and waist, is amazing. Besides it's also good for coordination; I've never been good with balance, and some exercises require balancing, so that's a bit frustrating but certainly useful. And it's something you can do no matter how old you are.
The diplomatic mail didn't arrive yesterday. *grumbles* Sometimes that happens, and there's nothing to be done about it, but I would've liked to read my cat books over the weekend. So that will have to wait till Monday.
Plans for the weekend include tennis today from 11 to 1 (hot!), and a concert tonight -- not that I want to go, but it's a charity event for the SOS Children's Village which we've sponsored, so I don't have much of a choice.
Tomorrow I'll go swimming with Stefanie, to which I'm looking forward a lot, and Irene will be back from her Greek holiday tomorrow night, so I'll probably cook dinner for the two of us.
Not bad, is it?
Good weekends to you all!
