The Illusionist & other matters
Mar. 9th, 2007 09:40 amI have to admit, while watching 'the Illusionist', I did feel as if I was watching a true magician at work. Over the course of 110 minutes, I saw Edward Norton suspend plausibility in mid air, saw the plot in half, and even making the acting disappear!
It was magic!
( A review follows, with a great deal of spoilerage )
I also found a summary of the short story that 'the Illusionist' is based on, which appears to be rather different from the film, and noticeably more interesting. I'm wondering if Edward Norton thought that that was the story he was signing up for when he agreed to do the film. It must have been quite disappointing to find out what the script writers had done when he turned up on set!
In other news, I mentioned a few days ago that I've been tired, wobbly, and brain dead lately. It appears that I'm not pregnant, as quite a few people suggested (I was pretty certain that I wasn't), but am looking thoughtfully at my diet.![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cairmen suggested that I might be a tad on the anaemic side. After peering at my partially white fingernails, I am inclined to suspect that he may have a point. I'm hopefully going to see the doctor this afternoon for a chat, but in the interim I'm trying to get a little bit more iron into my diet.
This, by the way, has been noticeably made harder by the fact that I seem to have lost the ability to eat meat. Now, I've never been vegetarian. In fact, I've always been very firmly a meat eater, despite an inordinate amount of vegetarianism in my upbringing. However, it appears that over the last couple of months (maybe longer) this has changed somewhat, in that I seem to have stopped eating meat entirely. I still eat the stuff if someone cooks it and puts it in front of me, but I no longer order it in restaurants, I don't cook it (other than small bits of chopped bacon in pasta) and I just haven't been eating the stuff.
This may also explain my fading a tad.
I went out for lunch yesterday withpierot, quite determined to get some steak, or some solid red meat. I sat in Arbuckles, staring at the menu, feeling strangely scared at the thought of a great lump of meat, and entirely unconvinced I could digest it. I ordered chicken caesar salad in the end, which was very nice, but was a surprising amount of effort.
It was magic!
( A review follows, with a great deal of spoilerage )
I also found a summary of the short story that 'the Illusionist' is based on, which appears to be rather different from the film, and noticeably more interesting. I'm wondering if Edward Norton thought that that was the story he was signing up for when he agreed to do the film. It must have been quite disappointing to find out what the script writers had done when he turned up on set!
In other news, I mentioned a few days ago that I've been tired, wobbly, and brain dead lately. It appears that I'm not pregnant, as quite a few people suggested (I was pretty certain that I wasn't), but am looking thoughtfully at my diet.
cairmen suggested that I might be a tad on the anaemic side. After peering at my partially white fingernails, I am inclined to suspect that he may have a point. I'm hopefully going to see the doctor this afternoon for a chat, but in the interim I'm trying to get a little bit more iron into my diet. This, by the way, has been noticeably made harder by the fact that I seem to have lost the ability to eat meat. Now, I've never been vegetarian. In fact, I've always been very firmly a meat eater, despite an inordinate amount of vegetarianism in my upbringing. However, it appears that over the last couple of months (maybe longer) this has changed somewhat, in that I seem to have stopped eating meat entirely. I still eat the stuff if someone cooks it and puts it in front of me, but I no longer order it in restaurants, I don't cook it (other than small bits of chopped bacon in pasta) and I just haven't been eating the stuff.
This may also explain my fading a tad.
I went out for lunch yesterday with
pierot, quite determined to get some steak, or some solid red meat. I sat in Arbuckles, staring at the menu, feeling strangely scared at the thought of a great lump of meat, and entirely unconvinced I could digest it. I ordered chicken caesar salad in the end, which was very nice, but was a surprising amount of effort.
