Tonight, as I was reading "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius", Erin asked me if I cared to join her in Notting Hill to see an old movie. Sure, I'm always up for a flick.
The Leopard.
The longest movie in the history of time.
With no plot.
And some not-so-great acting moments.
All in Italian. With English subtitles. Though the actors were speaking in English.
We got in the theatre around 11pm. We got home at 2:40am.
We laughed the whole busride home.
One of my favorite lines: Sicily is tired. We are old, and worn out. We think that we are perfect, because we are gods.
Yessssssssssssssssssss.
1 comment:
madrid and now drear london once more....what is it with you and wacko films? When I come visit you, if we see any wacko films it'll be wacko british porn with uncut willies galore (since I'm pretty sure you haven't seen many of those...and naturally you'd want to get the FULL 'European' experience)
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