Run, Lola, Run last night with mulled wine, marzipan apples, and good friends. It's probably been about a year since I last watched the film and it really holds up well, that brilliant soundtrack over some well-constructed if showy cinematography that shifts back and forth between handheld and dolly shots -- the running sequences are frenetic because you never know what kind of shot you'll get next, and watching it with a pair of Germans added a few angles (for example, the blind woman that lends Manni a phone card and hangs around outside the phone booth is played by the actor's mother). I like the idea of people's lives being jumbled together and shooting off in tangent plot lines that you glimpse for a minute before the main action overtakes you and there's Lola again! Running, always running. Some beautiful overhead shots and I love the idyllic and convoluted apartment building she lives in, with the fountain in the centre of some kind of enclosed Eden.
I've also got Talk to Her for a week, which I have yet to watch but am really looking forward to. I can't think of any Spanish films I've seen and want to take in another country's intepretations. Sounds beautiful, by all rights.
Bought Fellini's Roman orgy flick Satyricon today for six bucks, with Ghost World and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert - incidentially, having just watched Priscilla, I have this uncontrollable urge to watch Terrance Stamp in The Limey to compare to his performance as an aging transgendered performer. Brilliant.
Listening to the Neutral Milk Hotel, skanking around my room, and working on the Great Meringue Novel. There's a Damocles in the first chapter--