Take me out to the black, tell 'em I ain't coming back

[fan_elune]

Can I start by professing my love for Paul Bettany? Julia and I went and saw Wimbledon (at last) yesterday, and
it was really a very, very, very, very, really rather very nice film. Paul is
as good as ever, and as endearing as ever (it highly amuses me to write him an
antipathic character in OP), and it's good to see Kirsten in a role other than
cheerleader or Spidey's gal. The movie itself is, while quite predictable,
incredibly well done, imho. You walk out of it with a light heart and energy
pulsing through your veins. Like one of the characters say, "and I don't even
like tennis!" It's a pity (or very much not) that I was so much into
those tennis games (fisting my hands in victory and being ever so stressed and
encouraging the guy and all that jazz), so much more than into any real,
non-choreographed and wholly-planned game I've ever watched. But the film makes
you care so much about Paul's character Peter, how could I not? Also, very good
gallery of secondary characters. This isn't an earth-shattering, life-changing,
deep, moving film. But it's a damned good way to spend an hour and a half.

Also, they sure can target their audience. The three trailers we were shown were
for Finding Neverland, Alfie and Closer. Three movies I already wanted to see
quite badly.

The latest British TV wonder was a couple of telefilms called Sex Traffic, about
the traffic of women in Eastern European. Brilliant. Harsh and brilliant and
frightening and hopeful and just brilliant.

Now, later today I' going to check out a drama class and a dance class. Well,
more like look in on the dance and give a hand for the drama. And it's the
holidays! Which means no internet access, guys, so I'll be scarce for about 10
days. (And no, twixou, I can't check hotmail! Free or freesbee is
the way to go.) On next Friday the family's visiting, yipee! And bringing us
wine and champagne goodness, for which I'm ever so grateful. I do love some
things about my country. ;)

And finally, I wanna gush over the cuteness of kids sometimes. I'm done teaching
in primary school, so I said bye to the kids. One of them asked me if I taught
in high school, I said yes. So he said that wicked, maybe he'd see me again
when he was older. I was quite sorry to shatter his hopes. Another one asked me
if I was a real French, not just half-French. Kids can be so great sometimes.

(And I recommend the movies Wilde and A Man of no importance - not the
adaptation of the play, mind you, if there is one. *sends love to Rufus Sewell*)