Tomorrow, I shall get back to work on Sirenia Digest 11 (subscribe now) and The Dinosaurs of Mars.
It's cold here again. The L5P Halloween parade is this afternoon, but I'm feeling too reclusive to be bothered. Spooky might wander out that way. I've considered trying to sleep all day.
I'm not going to say much about The Prestige, because it's the sort of movie you could easily spoil for someone. But I loved it. Especailly David Bowie as Tesla. I'm really not crazy about Hugh Jackman, and I think that's my only complaint and it hardly seems valid. Besides, Christian Bale, Scarlett Johansson, Andy Serkis, and Michael Caine more than made up for him. And, er, David Bowie as Tesla. I was so dazzled by the props and costumes that I found myself losing track of the story at times. It's a beautiful, beautiful film. And Thom Yorke's "Anaylse" was the perfect song for the credits. Now I must see Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette.
Oh, and last week I promised myself four-words per "review" for this weekend's comments on the Friday night SFC line-up, didn't I? Okay, here goes:
Heroes: Still optimistic. Not convinced.
Dr. Who: I miss Christopher Eccleston.
Battlestar Galactica: Best episode this season.
My thanks to shadowmeursault for pointing me towards the new platypus skull icon.
After Battlestar Galactica, we switched over to TCM and watched Carl Theodor Dreyer's Vampyr - Der Traum des Allan Grey (1932), long a favourite of mine. I love the scene where Sybille Schmitz (Leone) watches Rena Mandel (Gisele) with that wide, predatory grin.
Later still, I tried to read something about the geochemistry of Martian soil, but got too sleepy, so Spooky read me a few pages from one of Francesca Lia Block's Weetzie Bat novels (which she's been devouring) until I dozed off.