This morning I watched Live Flesh (Carne Tremula) by Pedro Almodóvar. It is so good! I love Almodóvar. I think he is one of my absolute favorite directors. This is the fourth film of his I've seen. Watching one of his movies is like being a little bit drunk. It just kind of takes over and I feel like someone who I completely trust is taking me somewhere I know I'll enjoy when I get there. But the important thing is the ride. It's so full of beautiful music and bright colors. I can't vouch for all of his films, but I recommend without reservation: Talk to Her, All About My Mother, Live Flesh, and Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. Next on my list: What Did I Ever Do to Deserve This?
I still haven't finished the Olivier Henry V. It's just so boring. At least it isn't as boring as his Hamlet... yet. It might get worse. I am only 40 minutes in.
I'm going to make brownies now. And then...