Can you see yourself in this picture?
I saw Alison Whyte at work and again at the cinema on Thursday. She didn't recognise me at the cinema.
At the cinema I saw Amelie
. It finally made it here and I'm glad it did because it is an excellent film. Learn to speak French (again) has been underlined on my list of things to do. I was wondering what American films will be like when that culture is 2000 years old instead of 200, or Australian films for that matter. Montmartre jams a basilica, cobblestone streets, wrought iron lifts, the Metro, mopeds and video cassette recorders together. It was fascinating to see manifestly computer generated effects used to tell the story, occasionally, on purpose.
Alison Whyte wasn't at the arts centre when I went to see Dance North present Double Thrill: Happiness...
& Bodies in the Library
was spectacular, more theatrical than usual with fantastic costumes. There was a pulley rigged up so Rachelle could steal the show after sharing a very clever ventriloquist duet with Robert. Bodies in the Library
was also clever, lots of entwining bodies linking individual contributions. It was a shorter work by freelance choreographer Brian Lucas, simpler without so much theatre as Happiness...
so I had a little cry, as usual.
Meanwhile, Emily has been helping me prepare for the move by marking my suitcase. Now I can tell it apart from all the other blue-Clipper-suitcases-with-brown-straps on the airport carousel by the name written on the side, the gaffer tape and the reek of cat piss. She was so satisfied with her work she went to sleep on my ironing. She has the brain of a cat.