Well, Troy managed to somehow upstage Last Tango in Paris as a shining example of American Masculinity exploded into a bloated cancer. I wanted to be violently ill at several points of the movie, and learned that intelligent girls who show strength of character - especially during times of war - lose all their personality and free will once they have sex with someone from the enemy camp; it doesn't matter that they've killed people in your family and are essentially a brooding psychopath with certain neanderthal like qualities - you fall in love with that man and you damn well stop thinking for yourself! Bad editing, plain cinematography, horrific screenwriting (dialogue? They spout off an endless supply of trite statements about the nature of war and honour and vengeance and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH). The only positive thing in the movie was Orlando Bloom in a sarong. The. Only. Positive. Thing. Peter O'Toole looked under constant threat of stroke.
Friday night featured martinis for four dollars - 4.64 with tax - and a trip out to Dallas Road to sit on a rock and stare at the moon with a bunch of people, while Vodka-Seven ran down my throat. Good company and a delightful moon. Michael and I also went to Hime Sushi that night, had an amazing meal with an amazing waitress, and I am firm that this is my favourite restaurant in Victoria, bar none.
Pam-Cakes!
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I wanted to go when I was on the rocks, but the next morning proved fatal for anything constructive. I had a baguette with havarti cheese, smoked oysters, an orange, and something else for breakfast. I crave Hime, though. It's not going away!
Posted by matt | July 25, 2004 3:41 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 15:41
Hopefully in a few weeks, money will be a bit more stable. We should all go to Hime one night and have a plethora of rolls and things. Miso soup and crab sunomono salad...
..and sake.
Posted by ben | July 25, 2004 4:11 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 16:11
I love crab sunomono salad, in the gnarling selfishness sense of the word.
Posted by matt | July 25, 2004 5:05 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 17:05
See, I gotta disagree. The only godo thing about that movie was in fact, Pete O'Toole (but I think that's because Orlando Bloom does -=nothing=- for me...unless he's dressed up like Legolas...which happens to be the same character he plays in every movie....it's the wig that makes it good though...) And of course, Eric Bana's chest. Mmm.
Posted by Robbie-Rü | July 25, 2004 7:28 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 19:28
As for Hime Sushi, it's owned by a friend's father (I say friend, but really, she and I haven't spoken in years.) But if you ever have a watress named Gloriee, say hi for me.
Posted by Robbie-Rü | July 25, 2004 7:30 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 19:30
Lol - like I said last night - Eric Bana - drool. His beautiful eyes - and that gorgeous gorgeous chest. Woof! Otherwise - gag!
Posted by dan | July 25, 2004 8:31 PM
Posted on July 25, 2004 20:31
Ah, see, I like Orlando. He's cute, if a little dumb. As for O'Toole - I don't know, we can't tell if he was acting cracked out on purpose or if he's just gotten very old.
What does Gloriee look like? It might be our favourite waitress, who wants me to lecture her boyfriend for not giving her more than 2 bouquets of flowers in seven years.
Posted by ben | July 26, 2004 12:03 PM
Posted on July 26, 2004 12:03
same boyfriend for 7 years? Not Gloriee...she's short and a little on the heavy side... a sweet sweet...sometimes flakey girl...I have no idea if she even works there anymore...
Posted by Robbie-Rü | July 26, 2004 2:36 PM
Posted on July 26, 2004 14:36
She have glasses? You're sort of describing her, although maybe she was exaggerating with relationship time?
Posted by ben | July 26, 2004 2:56 PM
Posted on July 26, 2004 14:56
she had glasses when I knew her yes
Posted by Robbie-Rü | July 27, 2004 8:25 AM
Posted on July 27, 2004 08:25