I had a frenzied, but thoroughly invigorating weekend - to the extent that I felt I had accomplished a lot. The only negative point would be the awful movie that I perversely watched through to the end on Sunday night. Trust the Man boasted of a very talented cast : Julianne Moore, Maggie Gyllenhaal (I really like her, its so sad that she gets overshadowed by that beautiful brother of hers) Billy Crudup (an intense actor that I really liked in some movies that I really can't remember. I think I remember him primarily for making my "short guys that I find attractive" list. Yes, I am a heightist and will not apologise for it - so shoot me!) and finally David Duchovny (whose life imitates art, as David checks into a self help group for sex addiction in this movie before checking into rehab for the same in real life. Hmmm). The movie was engaging in very small slivers, primarily due to the cast. The plot was thin, it lacked the emotive depth of a drama or the sheer comic value of a rom-com to make up for the lack of story line. The ending was utterly, utterly cringeworthy. Makes you think that even the half decent rom-coms require considerable talent to pull off and also really appreciate the genius of those auteurs whose work one finds immensely enjoyable.
The full length windows in our living room are a good reflecting surface at night. My daughter D, was doing her puzzles as I watched the movie. Suddenly she stared at her reflection intently. This went on for a couple of minutes, she was focussed and seemed to be thinking hard, almost willing something to happen. When she caught me looking at her, very earnestly she asked, "Amma, why is that thing not coming?" - while drawing a thought bubble over her head.
Ah, the wonderment of a child. And why do we ever lose it?
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