Sunday in the B-lo with Kid.

[captainsblog]

Nice day, just the three of us yesterday.  Em got home in the wee's sometime before the clock went back an hour and left in the ass-minus-one o'clock of today.  She seems to be doing well in just about every sense of the word, and while early Sunday was for puttering (her), swimming (Eleanor), churchgoing (me) and laundry (all of us;), from 4:00 on we were together and enjoying almost every minute of it.

We picked a late matinee screening of Birdman, and right before it came the only moment that wasn't as nice as the others: getting served up the trailer for the advertised Valentine's Day premiere of Fifty Shades of Grey. (Not bloody likely it will come out then, Emily said; the scenes between master and slave are apparently all being reshot due to bad writing concept CHEMISTRY, yeah, that's it!)  Just as well, because if there's one thing sicker than the nonconsensual BDSM of the book, it's the tone-deaf decision to put it out on 14 February.

That quickly passed, though, and we got into the bizarro universe of Keaton's character and those around him. All did amazing jobs, particularly the DP, whose simulated one-take filming of the entire story should get him an Oscar on the spot. It was also amusing casting to have not only Keaton but the two most cynically anti-blockbuster chracters in the film coming off their prior roles as Gwen Stacy and the Hulk.  Birdman was both funnier and darker than I expected, and it fired on just about every cylinder you can imagine.

The drive home, of course, got the critical eye of the film school graduate, who wants to look into the editing decisions she thought were a little odd.  I'm sure she was pleased to see that the film's relatively short real(?)/fantasy(?) action sequence still managed to employ a hell of a lot of film school graduates named in the credits.

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Then home. Eleanor made lasagna earlier in the day and we shared it and a nice night of conversation before the old farts, still on Daylight Savings Time, headed off to bed. Emily carefully put all her traveling pillows/blankets in the living room so she wouldn't forget them- and then forgot them;) (Definitely my child.)  I should be able to get those to her tomorrow afternoon, though, so no harm done.

For the moment, things are quiet with work, but some storms are brewing in various legal oceans and I expect a busy afternoon.

Comments

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

In reference what I'm sure will be THE date movie of Valentine's Day:

http://youtu.be/TytGOeiW0aE

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Lehrer did always use a safe word, but he hid it somewhere in the middle of the Elements song....

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

The Unindicted Co-Conspirator and I, devoted vanilla monogamists, have agreed that, should we every decide to get adventurous, the safe words are "Ouch" and "Stop that!"

[greenquotebook.livejournal.com]

No, the worst thing about 50 Shades is the horrible writing. Utterly f*cking terrible. All my friends were going on and on about it, so I paged through it at the bookstore. About one paragraph in, I put it down. I didn't get far enough to read anything (supposedly) sexy. I've seen 6th graders turn out better quality writing.