I went to a double-feature down at the Royal cinema tonight (tough to beat $8 for two movies!). I saw Ham & Cheese followed by Love Me If You Dare.
Ham & Cheese was dreadfully dull and unfunny for a supposed comedy.
On the other hand, Love Me If You Dare was fantastic. I absolutely loved the cinematography, and the story was quite unlike any “love story” I can recall. It's about the on-and-off relationship between a pair of (borderline?) sociopaths and emotional thrill seekers who meet as children and never really grow up. It nicely captures both the draw and repulsion of a fiery, codependent relationship.
Walking back, I got caught in a thunderstorm. Nothing beats a warm downpour when you've got a shaved head. Loved it.
Unfortunately, I had both a book and my notebook on me. The book was The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham, which I decided to revisit this week; I'd picked up the Penguin trade paperback edition (always a safe bet, those). The notebook was my current moleskin.
I had to pick one to save by covering it with the other against the rain. It was an easy choice. I now have an expanding, wavy copy of The Razor's Edge.
