I spent today reading journals from 1904-1911. I found a few articles pertaining to my Victoria’s Britain thesis. What’s weird is that all articles I found were in Tuesday and Saturday papers. All seven of them. And all seven are either on the religion, crime or finance page. So eugenics are what Victorian Englishmen/women liked to read about on Tuesdays and Saturdays after finding out about criminals, how much money they lost or gained and how faith was doing in Britain. I’m not sure if that means anything or if it’s just a weird coincidence. Now if only I could gain access to The Lancet. All would be right in my world. I forgot to mention this the other day but: DAMN YOU LANCET!
My movie watching also continued. But first, I should probably finish my review of The Next Three Days. Eventually, everything comes together, he executes his rescue mission, they’re about to get away when yet another thing goes wrong. More drama ensues and they still manage to escape. We also find out that the wife is in fact innocent, how fortunate. By the end you just don’t care anymore. Then again, how could she be guilty? That would be setting a horrible example wouldn’t it? That the guilty can win in the end while the innocent are made to suffer? Either way, I wouldn’t sit for another... however long I sat, watching it again. Bad night for movies.
Tonight I caught the end of PS: I Love You. My mom was in tears by the time I came down and remained that way until the movie ended. She was quite annoyed with me when I reminded her that it was a romantic comedy.
After a quick junk food run (hello Haagen Dazs!) by which time my mom had stopped crying, we decided to watch Sabrina, the version with Julia Ormond and Harrison Ford. I’ll eventually watch the Audrey Hepburn version. Again, it’s not one of Harrison Ford’s best. He tries but he is not made for romantic comedies. He should stick to action and suspense. The one thing that mystifies me about this movie is that Sabrina stalks David (played by Greg Kinnear). She knows everything about this guy. Somehow, knowing that he’s a childish, selfish, lazy womanizer who doesn’t even acknowledge her existence until she gets “pretty”, she still finds him attractive. Plus, he’s stupid enough to sit down with champagne flutes in his back pockets. Because those are qualities I look for! Selfishness AND laziness! Now that is a rarely found sexy-combo! With womanizing on top? Sign me up.
I promise, the next movie review I write will be positive. Possibly. If I pick a movie I know I’ll like. Tangled is the one I want to see next. I really have to find something else to do with my time.