Day 286: Hi-Ho
Too much is happening in the future where this blog is, in real time, as opposed to now, in the past—make sense? I love the warped nature of time—too much happening for me to tell you about the movies I will see on the plane in about a month's time, so I am telling you now. On my fifteen hour flight to LA I pathetically only managed two full movies and a skip through a documentary just because I wanted to see what it said was innovative and on a human scale about the city of Melbourne (it was her use of alley spaces). The movies I saw were The Lone Ranger and Singing in the Rain.
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Somehow I manage to watch movies that do one of two things to me on flights—make me laugh out loud or make me cry. Both things you don't really want to do when you are in a sardine can with three hundred other people. The Lone Ranger made me laugh. How does Johnny Depp get 'quirky' so down pat. I find him amazing. In fact whenever I am unsure of an actor's worth, I should go back and watch him because his is an art, and a lot of other peoples' is not. [Minutiae spoiler: watch for the way he feeds the bird on his head, and all the things that happen to that bird as well, or for the way he does trades, even with the dead.] It's a fairly simple story—how the Lone Ranger comes to be and the battle of good (in white) versus bad (in black)—a story told within a story of what has happened to Tonto in his old age. It's not a new movie, you have probably already seen it, but if you haven't I would say rush out and get it next time you are having a movie night-in or it's on at one of those cinemas that play older movies in an atmospheric setting. It is fun, and you may laugh out loud, which is great for your health.
I have never seen Singing in the Rain. I know! Classic, iconic, fabulous musical comedy. I just never had the chance before. Now I have. I can see in it the inspiration for Baz Luhrmann's Strictly Ballroom. Is that just me? The more I think about it, the more parity I see between them. And what awesome synch between the tappers—it is perfect!. And now I also understand why they kept comparing Jasmine, on SYTYCD, to Cyd Charisse—legs from here to there, stunningly beautiful. Fun fact: Cyd Charisse's parents weren't actually that kind—her birth name was Tula Ellise Finklea.
The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go denim pleated skater skirt with a split in the back
Top: Handmade by me and unfinished Aran jumper which B—— thinks I should turn into a tabard
Skirt: Op-shopped
Belt: Retail
Boots: Irregular Choice
Photographer de Jour: Moi
Who wore it better?
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Somehow I manage to watch movies that do one of two things to me on flights—make me laugh out loud or make me cry. Both things you don't really want to do when you are in a sardine can with three hundred other people. The Lone Ranger made me laugh. How does Johnny Depp get 'quirky' so down pat. I find him amazing. In fact whenever I am unsure of an actor's worth, I should go back and watch him because his is an art, and a lot of other peoples' is not. [Minutiae spoiler: watch for the way he feeds the bird on his head, and all the things that happen to that bird as well, or for the way he does trades, even with the dead.] It's a fairly simple story—how the Lone Ranger comes to be and the battle of good (in white) versus bad (in black)—a story told within a story of what has happened to Tonto in his old age. It's not a new movie, you have probably already seen it, but if you haven't I would say rush out and get it next time you are having a movie night-in or it's on at one of those cinemas that play older movies in an atmospheric setting. It is fun, and you may laugh out loud, which is great for your health.
I have never seen Singing in the Rain. I know! Classic, iconic, fabulous musical comedy. I just never had the chance before. Now I have. I can see in it the inspiration for Baz Luhrmann's Strictly Ballroom. Is that just me? The more I think about it, the more parity I see between them. And what awesome synch between the tappers—it is perfect!. And now I also understand why they kept comparing Jasmine, on SYTYCD, to Cyd Charisse—legs from here to there, stunningly beautiful. Fun fact: Cyd Charisse's parents weren't actually that kind—her birth name was Tula Ellise Finklea.
Who wore it better?
Getting linky today with:
I think you should finish the jumper because what you have done so far looks extraordinary (plus I don't know what a tabard is).
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