August 31, 2005
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Innards and Good Viewing
Following minor exploratory surgery yesterday (so far, the reports indicate that everything’s okay with my innards. Ancillary anecdotal medical information indicates that the incision necessary to insert innard-examining cameras is, in the aftermath, only slightly more painful than the incision for the IV, but that anesthesia still makes you sick. Eeeww. But if that’s all I have to complain about, I’m in fine fettle) my husband kindly got me two videos to keep my mind off my roiling tummy.
“Rabbit-Proof Fence” is spare-of-plot but brilliantly shot; a dramatization of the true-to-life 1500 mile trek made in 1931 by a teenaged Australian Aboriginal girl and her younger siblings escaping a children's internment camp that for many decades tried to recreate 'half-castes' into the white cultural image. I think my husband got me the film because Kenneth Brannagh was on the cover, although with his usual aplomb the role he plays is as insightful a depiction as one is likely to find, on-screen, of the villainy of those who believe the mere accident of white skin and blue eyes impart both personal superiority and mastery over others. For all us light-skinned folk who tend to hear about Rwanda, the Middle East, Banana Republics, or any of the myriad other racially or ethnically-motivated historical events and then go on about our calm lives, we should probably periodically check out a backgrounder.
On a lighter note, I'd always wanted to rent "Bridget Jones' Diary" just because there is a certain laughable brilliance about a directorial staff who dreams up a street-side mano-a-mano between two of Britain's most appealing Merchant/Ivory-league actors. the sheer idiocy of Hugh Grant and Colin Firth attempting to flatten each other's copper-plate features, however, pales in comparison to the audacity of the screenwriter's wholly plagiarized update of Firth's heartthrob role in the BBC version of "Pride and Prejudice," up to and including naming the character 'Darcy,' and penning his diffident delivery of a deeply hilarious person-insult-cum-declaraction of love. In short, this movie was this English major's perfect, mindless, after-surgery lollipop.
But if you know me, you know I can't leave it there, because there was that whole thing about Renee Zellweger's willingness to 'fatten' herself up (141 on 5'5"? Is fat?) for the role of the plump tongue-tied blonde. Guys, guys, guys. Do you truly prefer her emaciated to zaftig? Gads.
But never mind. I don't care if you spend more time ogling Embeth Davidtz' pin-thin lawyer than Renee's bimbo's expansive cleavage. I was too busy imbibing Hugh's naughty-boy twinkle and Colin's strut to notice.
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one thing you wrote shadows all that I read on this entry... Colin Firth's strut (I call it his manly... so deliciously manly stride)... oh. my. god...have I seen the BBC's miniseries P&P enough? (maybe a half-dozen times... is that a lot?)
~ glad also that your innards are doing well.~
Mmm...lollipop.
There is a story I must tell you involving one lollipop, a certain younger man, and a mid-forest dance floor...
No, don't ask me when I'll get around to it.
I wish I had such answers, but they continue to elude.
Much as the answers to my own health issues.
The only thing I do know is your prognosis sounds good, and that brings a smile to my typically (of late) weary face. And the hug? Just what the doctor ordered.
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DiDi
Zaftig always looks better than emaciated.
Personally, I like zaftig!
Here's to only really feeling the incision!
Been there, done that - several times actually.
Surgery is never fun.
Glad you're doing well after the fact though.
Take care & follow the doctor's orders!!! Don't push yourself too hard at first or you'll regret it later.
I looked in the mirror at the lake the other day, and realized that my post-Ethan body is... Bridget Jonesy. Ugh!! I'm so disgusted, we can't discuss it. ((wink!)) Where's my Colin Firth...? ((You can have Hugh. He's icky.))
glad to hear your innards are good
was in Oz when Rabbit Proof Fence first came out - that's one almighty powerful film, I cried when I saw it, but watching the "making of" documentary was even harder. Brilliant film, well played all round by an excellent cast.
As for Bridget - I love the film for all its daftness, but if you actually ask real men, they prefer Bridget to Renee - i.e they like women, not sticks. That's my experience, anyway. It's only crappy papers that make out 9st7 on a 5'5' woman to be fat
As theatre_loon said, real live men -- as opposed to the fictional ones the women's magazines and Hollywood teach us how to attract -- prefer women with natural proportions. This includes but is not limited to: hips, thighs, bellies, "imperfect" breasts, and a noticeable lack of visible ribcage. I could go on about this.... but that's for my blog not yours
"hugh's naught boy twinkle"........you made me laugh out loud. He is very.........FINE!
I loved both of those movies. As for Zellwegger, I have always felt that it was I who discovered her. Truth is, I saw her in "Nurse Betty," and she was the star, so SOMEBODY must have discovered her before I did. But I had never heard of her when I saw "Nurse Betty," and I told my companions, "She's going to be a big star someday." So go ahead. Congratulate me.
very glad to hear your good health news. i just cleared, 85% anyway until he has one more test back, with my cardiologist, but have a growth on the thyroid to go. not easy, i find, and am surprised by that given all i've stared down in my day, but hearing your good news makes me more determined to go ahead and get the rest of mine...
It wasn't the screenwriter - it was Helen Fielding (the book came out 2-3 years before the movie was shot) who came up with the ridiculous situations (and the name Mark Darcy)...
I do hope that you are feeling much better. I've been worried about you, and know not how best to communicate that...
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