So, last night: Pan's Labyrinth. Pretty okay, I'd say. Pretty terrific, for a free movie. I think the stills I saw made it seem more fantastical than it is: it's a period drama about Fascist repression and guerrilla rebellion in 1940s Spain. Which is fine. The most charistmatic (and well dressed, of course) character is the soulless fascist patriarch capitano, who crushes dudes' faces with wine bottles and mangles their hands with hammers. Note to stomach: you used to like gore. What happened? There is one truly stellar fantasy setpiece, which is where most of the fantasy-themed stills come from, and a few lesser moments.
Mostly the problem is that its "real world" is so grim and ultraviolent, you expect--you hope--the fantasy stuff will be some kind of magical David-Bowie-in-tight-pants release, but it's just as threatening and sinister as the real world, if not moreso. I mean, there's this thing about eventually getting to be a princess, but mostly the little girl wallows in bug-infested slime and gets chased around by baby-killing cannibal monster freaks:
What kind of kid has a fantasy life this shitty?
Tonight was, of course, a night of Battlestar Galactica and America's Next Top Model with mordicai and pravda--just we brave three after two cancellations--who was kind enough to put vittles to the fire and cook us dinner. BSG was pretty awesome, ANTM was a bit of a letdown, although after the twins were both banished it was hard for me to muster interest in the lizard-eyed harpies that remained. We talked about road trips and camping. pravda said a bunch of hilarious things that I meant to commit to memory, but somehow the phrase "I totally can't control my face" is the only thing that stuck with me through the dago vino haze. Lachryma Christi!
Tomorrow I'm taking the day off to do Christmas shopping, and hope to finish the bulk of it by the end of the day. Friday is kromelizard's birthday soiree at Barcade, Saturday is work and then the big TMNT game (I haven't gamed in 10 years!), and Sunday is, I dunno, family day I reckon. And somehow in all that I've got to find the time to revive myself from my current program of zero miles a week back up to the (almost) thirty I was doing before my left calf went all kerflop. I did a slow two on Monday and limped all the way home. Aside from that major suckiness, life is more or less okay.