falcons vs. sharks
Last week Andrea begged me to come to her soccer game. This week since I stayed over last night so Kevin could do the card game thing, I stopped by the soccer field on the way home. Falcons lost of course. Poor Coach Kevin. One of his little Falcons actually complained to him: "On my other team, the Spiders, we only lost one game." Meanwhile Andrea was chattering about how the Falcons were going to lose all three games, and the center - I think his name was Ben - was picking up trash on the field and ignoring the ball. Personally I think the Sharks have better colors. Falcons were in teal, Sharks in maroon. I've always been partial to maroon.Teal seems so newage or something.
Andrea runs like the wind!
noir night
Nancy was in the mood for some film noir so we rented Murder, My Sweet from Acme Video. Dick Powell plays Raymond Chandler's hard-boiled detective Philip Marlowe in this one and tosses off the quick, ironic comments and sarcastic humor totally naturally and believably. Even his gestures and looks are witty and ironic, like towards the end of the film when Marlowe is standing next to a Cupid statue. He glances at the statue, strikes a match on Cupid's butt, then gives the statue another look like he's just realized it's Cupid, and lights the cigarette just as his love interest enters the scene. Nice piece of business.
I love the visual aspects of noir. All those shadows and textures and shiny chrome on the cars. LA looks plenty sinister in this flick. It's kind of funny that sunny southern California is the locale for these dark shadowy pictures. It's almost like 19th century London or something with all the fog and deserted streets. The noir LA is a different LA from the one I know.
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