Bah, humbug

[desperance]

I was all fired-up this morning, despite ongoing headcold issues: wrote a couple of pages, end of the chapter in sight, story coming together, all of that. Then I went to the press show of "Beowulf" with friends, with all that that implies about going to the pub afterwards to dissect same, etc.

So here I am home again in the late afternoon - and it's gone. I have no fire, no application. No words. I despise myself.

And I didn't even like the movie much. I do not get this thing for making movies look like comic books. I don't know what the technical term is for making live actors look less-than-live, and I don't understand why they do it. You lose - well, the best of acting, which is reacting, because their faces have been deliberately rendered unreactive, almost mask-like; and I don't see what you gain. I just find the whole process distancing, the opposite of engagement.

So despite the pleasures of friends and pubs and such, it's still starting to feel like a day lost. I shall drink a pot of tarry lapsang crocodile, and see where we go from there; but I may well be disgruntled.

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I was about to direct you to the review by naturalbornkaos, but it's f-locked. Damn. I'll ask him if I can C&P it to here.