seeing movies in a bicycle helmet

A magical afternoon- long bike ride, end up at the movie theatre, see a movie all by myself.

i saw Vicky Cristina Barcelona. As a big Woody Allen fan, i know that he has the impossible task of surpassing his own movies (as far as i am concerned he has made so many great films that he can do drunken frat movies for the rest of his life), but the stereotype of the "uptight, analytical" woman who needed enlightening was so John Hughesian that I wondered throughout the film where he was going with it. Granted, he managed to offer another perspective, but I found the characterizations of Vicky and Cristina so one dimensional it annoyed me, especially because I go to his films to see his wonderfully unique and believable characters. Don't even get me started on Vicky's husband, who is such an archetype that he may have actually been lifted from "Pretty in Pink."

It was still very good, and funny throughout. I especially enjoyed seeing Javier Bardem in another role since I am still catatonic after seeing his fantastic performance in "No Country For Old Men". I related to the questions about love posed in the film, especially Cristina's recurring comment that she "doesn't know what she wants but knows what she doesn't want."


On another note, my oldest daughter tends to be overly serious and egocentric, which describes most 7 year olds, but she did something very cute this morning.

When she and her younger sister stay with me, they often do not want to stay in the same bed because of how sensitive L*** is to her sister's movements. Well, last night they did sleep together and I slept elsewhere. At 6 AM or so I was awakened by L***, who said, "Daddy, will you come sleep in the bed with C******? She's moving a little and I know that means she's waking up and will be sad if you're not there with her."

What an act of such selflessness.