You know, I have a stack of Netflix movies just staring at me from the top of the TV making me feel guilty. Maybe I'll watch one this morning. Or, like, not. I think I want more coffee.
Last night I saw a 1933 musical at Film Forum called Moonlight and Pretzels that was directed (sort of shockingly incompetently)by legendary cinematographer Karl Freund. B musicals are always a good time.
Oh, look. I thought it was going to rain today, but it looks really nice out. I'll probably sit around the park drawing things and reading. I'm about 50 pages into Martha Peake by Patrick McGrath. I'm loving it so far. I've read pretty much all his other books - he does modern gothic pretty much better than anyone. It's so funny as he had the most gothic upbringing of any modern writer. He was raised on the grounds of Broadmoor (the hospital in England for the criminally insane)where his father was a doctor.
Happy birthday to me!
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McGrath's upbringing was indeed gothically delicious. Did you read Spider, or see Cronenberg's fantastic, skin-crawling film of it?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM BERLIN! Or, as they say here, Herzlichen Glueckwunsch zum Geburtstag. (Yes, that thing about the German always being longer than the English is true.) xoxo jb
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