1) Suicide Girls - You know, whenever I go to the strippers (which is as often as I make good coffee), I'm vaguely underwhelmed. No real artistry, no real dancing, no really pretty cool girls. As discussed with Laura yesterday, I have no moral objection, there is nothing I catagorically object to in their career - I think it's just the aesthetics. I don't generally like the blond, tanned snarky types on a regular basis, what makes me think I would like them half nude and crawling up and down a pole? I thought I objected.. but really I just think they're trashy.
The Suicide Girls, a group of goth/punk/alternative girls, put on an amazing travelling burlesque show. It's pretty much exactly what you'd want to see at the peelers - smiling, well choreographed girls in great outfits really enjoying entertaining a group of 700 guys and 15 girls. I mean, apart from the entertainment part of the evening, it was actually really sexy and fun and wow.. Shea and I both agreed we would like to take them all home, put them in the spare bedroom and have them dance in the living room on a regular basis. They had a particular dancer for every particular sub-genre of guy out there - the geek, the punk, the goth, the raver.. (who did a nearly impossible to imagine strip with a hoola hoop spinning at all times..) So I think I've figured it out. If everyone who objected to strippers simply found the appropriate stripper for them (ie - blond, starchy pearled republican women in beige or navy heels for the upper crust) then I don't think we'd have a problem. It's all a question of aesthetics, not morals. Now, to dress up abortion..
2) Leeroy Stagger and the Sinking Hearts - Ok. Perhaps saying that we went to this show was a bit of a misnomer. 2 opening bands on a wednesday night later.. well, we heard the opening cords of Leeroy and figured that we had the album and better things to do. Including look terribly posh and smoke cigars. Which is what we did most of the evening, between a plate of killer nachos and tonnes of Strongbow. Going out with Ian is a blast.. at least I have somebody just as caustic as I am. The poor dude with million patches on his jacket circa two months in 1984 had no idea the things that were said about him. Leeroy.. we'll catch you next time... Given that you're on before 1am on a school night. Geez. The nerve.
3) "Lucky Number Slevin" - Despite protestations on numerous fronts, I really enjoyed this movie. And particularily.. the wallpaper. Each apartment and hallway has FABULOUS wallpaper. *laugh* I liked the dialogue, loved the actors, and thought it was just really entertaining. Oh, the Kansas City Shuffle. How I love you.
4) "Thank You For Smoking" - On a far more consensual note, everyone and their dog seemed to like this one. Based on the main character, a spin doctor for big tobacco, it's an interesting commentary on questioning what we hear and what we believe. I thought it was witty and very a pros pos for the times. Big names in bit parts that work add a little bit of pizzaz, since I think the main character is a nobody actor who did a great job.
5) S2 took me to the Baroque exhibit at the Alberta Art Gallery... it was so wonderful! Just a small collection of El Greco, Rembrant etc - really wonderful. Minus the piercing voiced woman explaing the Angels Message of Death to Mary. Who initially said it was the Angel Telling Mary She's Pretty. *sigh* Then, as a surprise, was taken to the Hardware Grill for champagne and dessert (white chocolate creme brule and lemon meringue tart.. oh lord..). It was a lovely night. Just. Lovely.
Alright - a minor catch up. I know it's not much, but S1. over on her blog is kicking mine, and I'm the one constantly wingeing about her not blogging.. *laugh* So um.. yeah. Whoops. More soon!
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