September 1st, 2002

Fishy Circumstances

Achy feet

I'll need to buy new all-weather shoes for fall. I wore my last pair this evening to help friends move apartments, to protect my toes, and on the walk home, my feet were in much achiness. Happily, I thought to change back into sandals halfway back, but still. Hopefully a good bath will aid them.

So yes, after staring distractably at bits of airshow and planes whizzing around in flashy formations, we went and watched movies at a friend's, neither of which I'd seen before. The Iron Giant was once recommended to me as the best film a friend had ever seen (by Ray, for the Too crowd who should know of whom I speak). I'm not sure I'd say that, but it was quite a good movie, I enjoyed it, and I'm glad I've finally seen it. The most useful lesson I learned from watching the movie is that hiding underneath a table with my arms protecting my head will keep me safe and sound from nuclear holocaust. Very reasssuring.

High Risk was a Hong Kong action flick, which was delightfully fun. Kung Fu hijinks with an aging, drunken action star (Jacky Cheung) and his bodyguard (Jet Li), lots of elegant women, and even more bad guys - including some of the same women. It was not all that well subtitled to the point that part of the comedy of the parody (for it was one, of Die Hard), although perhaps not one of the intended funny parts was in the way they were done. For instance, the subtitles were all in white, so we missed a fair number of lines of dialog early on when a guy with a white jacket on was standing behind them. Or when a guy in the movie said "Bingo" and it was subtitled, in English, "Oh yeah."

Off to the Renaissance Fair tomorrow!