Tuesday 05 June 2001

All singing, all-dancing, all-weeping entry

It's only Tuesday, but I feel like I deserve a very long indulgent weekend. I'm exhausted, stressed and pissed off. The main reason is, because my neck and shoulders went into massive muscle spasm over the weekend, and despite throwing the entire arsenal of treatments at it (mega-powerful painkillers, heat therapy, meditation, yoga ... ) the situation was not alleviated in the least, in fact, it just got worse and worse with pain levels going beserko, some nausea (read, extreme nausea with lots of yummy projectile vomiting) and no end in sight. Bleccchhhh.

Add to that, I'm feeling all emotionally fragile and soppy-girly. I know it's mostly "only" hormonal, but I am all teary and depressed and weird. I am missing Sam something chronic, and would kill to have him here right now, to tuck me into bed, hold my hand, and snuggle close. Is wanting my brand new and much adored fiancé around when I'm in dire need of a teensy weensy bit of TLC too much to ask? Damn that 14,000 kms in the way, so inconvenient ...

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Ooh ooh, I forgot to mention that I finally got to see Moulin Rouge, with  Sooz and one of her cousins on Friday night.

All the reviews I'd heard (either from film critics or real people) had been pretty much diametrically opposed; but I simply adored it. I can see why people have problems with it, though; it's such a mix of genres and attitude; high-camp, trippy fun meets deep tragic love story. By rights it should be embarrassing and cringe-making, but somehow it works.

Visually it's simply stunning, a kinda kaleidoscopic hallucinogenic experience; the art direction and choreography is amazing; the music direction and arrangements are inspired to say the least, with a great soundtrack ... and Ewan McGregor's voice! WOW. I had no idea he could sing, full stop, let alone have that sensational, full-bodied, true, fucking brilliant voice ... YUM.  Guess if the Jedi thing doesn't work out, Ewan can always go into the music business. Nicole Kidman's voice isn't bad either; she has a good range, a sweet "light" tone, yet has the ability to really belt it out when required, and she sure looked liked she had an absolute blast in the role (especially with those costumes - Bob Mackie eat your heart out!).

And yes, of course I cried at the end.

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Needless too say I've been playing the soundtrack non-stop (I bought it while Sam was over, because it looked so interesting, but held off listening to it as I wanted to see the movie first), and singing and bouncing around with gay abandon.  Such fun. It's gone a fair way to cheering me up, anyways!

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However I'll quite likely get weepy again later, as it's Buffy night, and tonight's episode is the one where Joyce (Buffy's mother, for non-Buffyites out there) dies; or rather, the follow-on from last week's episode when Buffy found Joyce's body. It's going to be a tough one, I'm not sure how I'll be able to get through it, but know for certain a box of extra soft Sorbent tissues will be required. Ack well, at least it gives me a good excuse to have a really satisfying howl ...

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