Closer
The drilling has commenced once again, this time from directly above my room. Someone help me, who can think through all this noise? Who can do anything with all this noise?
Yanni wrote a review about the movie, Closer, which I caught with Beebs last week. It’s a movie worth watching, though [be warned] it can get people feeling quite depressed or disillusioned thereafter.
“What makes this movie interesting is that it does not gloss over the pain, betrayal and deception. Love is not always about moons and junes and ferris wheels, it can be nasty, gritty and hurtful too.”
She couldn’t have phrased it any better.
Well, have I mentioned that I cannot think with such a cacophony going on? The brother has decided to play pc soccer and he is shouting happily every few seconds. The mother has taken to vacuuming the floor. And the non-abating drilling is aggravating me to death. Someone help me, I prefer my world to be one of peace and quiet.
- soundbites , the arty-farty babe , the bimbotic reviewer
s t a r m | s t March 8th, 2005
