Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wit, which is basically Emma Thompson as a formidable John Donne scholar dealing with advanced ovarian cancer, monologuing into the camera. It was fantastic and very literary, but I imagine would be seriously triggering to anyone who has lost someone to cancer or been at close quarters with someone during her cancer treatment. I don't remember why it ended up in my queue, or why I selected, I should say--maybe because we watched other Mike Nichols movies?--but I'm glad, even though it might not have been the greatest idea to watch something so emotional before today's performance. Speaking of which, I am utterly knackered. Not complaining about having things to do, but definitely in need of some extra sleep. Happy Sunday night, traditionally a time of weekly ennui over here.