Due to going to bed at 11:00 last night, I actually got 8 hours sleep last night, with the result that I actually feel awake and alive this morning. First time in weeks.
I'm going to go to work now, where I intend to get stuff done. You see if I don't.
It's taken me a week to get to this review of The Hours.
Not just because I'm moving house, slaving away at screen creation trying to arrange birthday presents for distant family members.
But also because it's a hard film to review.
It's not just that it's a non-genre movie (many of the films I like either break or ignore genre traditions).
It's not that it's not good enough to warrant spending the time on (it's fantastically well made).
It's the fact that I really have no idea how it made me feel.
The film has a good structure - we spend a day with three women. In the 20s Virginia Woolf starts writing Mrs Dalloway, 30 years later a woman reads it and in present day New York the consequences of both of their lives interweave with the life of another woman.
The three threads are interweaved, so that we see the three of them wake up one after another, follow them through their days and then see them all go to sleep at the end.
We see that each of them are trapped in their lives, apparently placid (or happy) on the surface but deeply unhappy underneath.
We see the men in their lives, bringing support and meaning into their lives, but simultaneously helping to trap them in their despair.
And, in the end, we see them make their decisions as to what they will do to free themselves. And in one case, we see the decision made for them.
The film doesn't judge. Only one of the characters in the film judges another one and we later see the reasons why their judgement is too harsh.
I was left feeling a kind of sympathy for all the people trapped in their own little world, struggling to get out.
But I still don't know how it really made me feel.
Score 8/10 (or maybe 9)
Clarissa Vaughn: That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other.
Richard: WHAT ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE?!! Just wait until I die, then you will have to think of yourself.
Laura Brown: We're baking the cake for daddy, to show him that we love him.
Richie Brown: Otherwise, he'll think we don't love him.
Laura Brown: That's right.
Julia: MOM! What's wrong?
Clarissa Vaughn: He gives me that look, as if to say your life is so trivial.
Julia: It only matters if you think its true.
Vanessa Bell: Your aunt is a very lucky woman, Angelica! She is because she has two lives. She has the life, she is leading and also the books, she is writing.
Can anyone out there point me at a suggested solution to the Iraq situation that doesn't involve war?
Oh, by solution I mean something that ends up with democracy in Iraq.
Having moved house to somewhere permanent, I figured it was finally time to transfer my Empire and PCZone subscriptions to my new flat.
I assumed I would need to know all sorts of account details, but in fact I just gave them my old address and my new one and that was it.
Which makes me wonder how easy it would be reroute someone elses subscriptions to my address without them knowing about it...
It's 11:20 and I feel fine. Actually alive and well and awake.
It's the first time I've felt this way at this time of night in an age.
a) Staying off of the sugar is a good idea.
b) I ought to go to bed now.