|His reaction to getting killed off the show.|
For our evening pleasure, we watched Mommie Dearest, a second time for me as you know. I must, again, express my disagreement to this being the opening act for the Razzies. It was not that bad, adequate even. And as a pre-bedtime film, it was ideal. Sarcasm. The following day, after "work", we treated ourselves to leftovers and a palate of Oscar contenders of the previous ceremony. These included Young Adult, My Week With Marilyn, and an encore of Bridesmaids.
|When sidekicks aren't annoying.|
|I won't say anything.|
Saturday was a particularly silent day, as I watched no movies, and finished the final hundred pages of An American Tragedy. The reason I started reading this to begin with was because I had just watched Match Point, and my dad mentioned how it was much like An American Tragedy. Since I liked the film, why not try the book? Although there were only some elements relating to Woody Allen's film, I still enjoyed the novel very much. I call it an epic because it consists of three books, or parts, and it's eight-hundred pages. Completed in two months. How do you like them apples? I am no critic of literature, so I cannot dignify the great novel with textual praise, other than "It was an extraordinary read."
There's my weekend in an enlarged nutshell. I've never cared for that idiom, or figure of speech. Have a great week, and may your dreams come true.