A weekend of stimulants and soporifics, spent partially at Samovar drinking Ceylon Silver Stripe tea and nibbling on the Odessa Platter. Then a really soporific movie, which we went to with Alexandra -- so good to see old friends! -- 2047 by Wong Kar Wei. It was exactly like every single other movie he's made, what with the soundtrack, the intertitles, adjacent frustrated lovers, Japanese affairs, cheongsam dresses with slits, the 1960s, and Tony Leung, whose appeal I've never understood. He's the Gerard Depardieu of Hong Kong. Stewart said the problem with the movie is the characters were so shallow you couldn't really care for them, in spite of the fact that the movie cried "Poignant!" at every turn. Bah. Should have seen Junebug instead, which was Alexandra's pick.

Talk about stimulating, I'm reading Super Cannes by J.G. Ballard, a superb and blinding thriller.

And of course coffee at Ritual.

LINK | 8:30 PM | TB

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