Saturday, November 12, 2005
Take me out of the claustrophobic confines of my dormitory, plop me into the absolute freedom environs of the library, and what you get is either a full-time mugger... or a compulsive procrastinator who can't seem to stop gorging on movie trailers and reviews and previews. I can't help it. It's the time of year when the good stuff starts coming out in cinemas.
This review of 'Derailed' (not one of the good stuff, but it's got Clive Owen =) cracked me up:
"When you see Clive on that commuter train you can't help but wonder if he's actually some sort of CIA contract killer trying to get away from his old life. There's nothing about him that says 'suburban schmuck.'"
... I just have this hopeless female nerd thing about Clive Owen/ espionage/ assassins. It's the perfect combination, and an incredibly
alluring concept. Someone should pitch the idea to a studio. Meanwhile, I can play hostess to my own fantasies.
Meanwhile there's
Syriana to whet my appetite for eye candy and intrigue. Well, Clooney's beer-bellied CIA agent character may not be the Danny Ocean I know and love, but there's still Matt Damon, Chris Cooper and Alexander Siddig. (It's always a pleasant surprise to see an obscure actor responsible for one of your most beloved characters gain exposure in a major film with a big role, provided he doesn't disappoint. That being said, though, I'm beginning to wonder if DS9 is going to be Siddig's only major non-Arab role. Race works for you, up to the point when it starts working against you.) And the trailer had 'Spy Game' tracks in it (!!!) - which pushed me over the edge into a procrastinator's frenzy.
So I have wasted more than 2 hours being joyfully unproductive. Think I'm going to stay in the library for as long as I possibly can. It's warmer than the dorm, anyway.
The temperature here has dropped to subzero at night, and the riot of autumnal colours has given way to stark, bare, grey branches. At least the weather isn't all rainy glumness, but the sun sets so early it's depressing. By 4.30pm, it's complete darkness, and you are left with the feeling that time is passing too quickly for comfort.
[edit: Still procrastinating. Damn Wikipedia. It's too addictive for my own good.]
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