cimorene

howard's end makes a pretty good movie out of what i suspect is a much more annoying book. i remember someone famous (but i don't remember who) said of e.m. forster that 'the kettle's on, but there's not going to be any tea.' it's so, so true. but he was less annoying than a passage to india partly because it was shorter and partly because of the cast. it's so fun to call helena bonham carter's characters insane. and you can do it while worshipping her hair! (

leyenn, i was always absolutely enthralled with deanna's too.) and anthony hopkins and emma thompson as a pairing sounds kind of exciting. unfortunately they seem to have no chemistry. but they're both very good anyway. they make sitting en deshabille together in bed look casual and frankly a little boring. (unlike helena's, emma's hair was not very inspiring.) i like period costumes even when they're sort of mediocre, as they seemed to be here.

it's been blisteringly hot today and i can't find children of dune in the hardback or paperback sf. it's strange how being angry can translate into trying to do housework. alas, it was rather too hot to, say, bend over at the waist and pick bits of paper out of the carpet. it seems (contrary to physical laws) hotter on the floor. it's a sign of my state of mind that it took a few minutes to realize why the term 'pear-shaped' would be in 'diamonds are a girl's best friend.' and if anyone wants it i'm selling my family, cheap. i can't afford to pay you to take them or i would.