So I'm actually really good at being like, break-up girl. I've already become really accustomed to not eating, not wearing real pants and watching a hell of a lot of mid-day sci-fi. Thank god school starts next week, or I'd be past the not eating and into the ice cream. Yeeps I tell you.
Went to see Pharoahs for their amazing "Popeye" pizza then on to "Capote" at the Garneau the other night. My advice? Eat the pizza, skip the movie. I wasn't ever (and maybe I'm just oblivious) under the impression that Truman Capote was EVER really flaming gay - given the content of Breakfast at Tiffany's I really wasn't too sure - but this movie removed a lot of doubt in my mind. My qualms lay in his voice. Now I'm sure there are recordings of his voice, and Philip Seymour Hoffman must have done a great job of interpreting them.. because other wise I have NO idea why on earth he would have used such a nasal, incomprehensible voice. It was torture. To tell the truth - I fell asleep on Ian's shoulder (and he on my head) for about 15 minutes. The Oscar buzz.. I'm frightened.
Went to see Pharoahs for their amazing "Popeye" pizza then on to "Capote" at the Garneau the other night. My advice? Eat the pizza, skip the movie. I wasn't ever (and maybe I'm just oblivious) under the impression that Truman Capote was EVER really flaming gay - given the content of Breakfast at Tiffany's I really wasn't too sure - but this movie removed a lot of doubt in my mind. My qualms lay in his voice. Now I'm sure there are recordings of his voice, and Philip Seymour Hoffman must have done a great job of interpreting them.. because other wise I have NO idea why on earth he would have used such a nasal, incomprehensible voice. It was torture. To tell the truth - I fell asleep on Ian's shoulder (and he on my head) for about 15 minutes. The Oscar buzz.. I'm frightened.
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