wildcat

1. Watched Bon Cop, Bad Cop on Friday and quite enjoyed it. It delicately balances the ridiculous, gorey, police procedural, and humanistic elements and is ultimately a madcap meditation on the linguistic dissonance between French and English. It revved up. Particularly, I liked how both of the main characters -- David and Martin -- come with small but strong family units rather than either one of them being relegated to the role of loner. Put it on the syllabus for your future film studies course, Examination of the Hollywood Buddy Cop Movie from Outside America along with Hot Fuzz. At times the editing was a little over-indulgent, and it's a very thoroughly Canadian movie (which is simultaneously positive and negative), but it's well worth sitting down with and really getting into.

2. Portrait of the Saturday Night as a Young Man: Tall sleeves of Hermann's Dark alongside burgers (salmon for me, with salad; beef with fries for Michael) or, in Daniel's case, bangers and mash at the Garrick's Head pub. Across the way, people line up in the chilling weather to head into Irish Times. Inside the Head, the music's a little loud, there's some small pack of purse girls & boys up in the little alcove that we usually prefer, but the food's good. Beer's good. Afterward, we stumble across to Re-Bar to have lemongrass tea and pie for dessert. The tea opens up my head a little bit, gives me some room to move around, then we head back across downtown to catch a Number Eleven bus.

3. The next action by the union will not be a library closure but rather a "peaceful presence" at the Saanich Municipal Hall meeting tomorrow night, after work. There's some sort of candle-lit vigil concept going on outside, and the notice could have been a little less short but for all the bad weather we're expecting, it might be worth it if a few hundred library workers manage to effect a "Death's Grim Watch" atmosphere. If only everyone was going to don dark makeup or found V for Vendetta masks (Imagine Michael doing his impression of Natalie Portman's terrible British accent, repeating "V?" over and over again).