Anne & I are half way through the PBS mini-series "Bleak House", by Charles Dickens. I cannot imagine a large English house going by the name of "Bleak", but the English do a lot of funny things.
Last night we watched ".45" with Milla Jovovich. The characters are rude, crude and vulgar, just the kind of people you don't want to hang around with, and not really very interesting characters. But then it gets interesting. Milla's boyfriend beats her and terrifies her and she sticks with him. She loves him. The part of the beating that she is most upset about is that he cut her hair. She does a great job of dramatizing her situation, best I have ever seen. But then she comes up with a sly psychological ploy to get rid of him. Don't know whether it is really in keeping with her character, but it allows her to get her revenge, which is what we (the audience) wanted.
I finished reading Neal Stephenson's "Quicksilver" this afternoon. What a book! I think it took me the better part of a month to read it. Dense, complex, long winded in places, a whole nother world, but still, not that much different from our own.
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