I’m now into the sixth day of hewing to my “About Last Night”-related resolutions (no weekend blogging and no computer after eleven p.m.). Did you know that going to bed at a reasonable hour is refreshing? Or that it’s fun to take a walk on a warm summer afternoon? Who knew? And weirdly enough, our traffic on Saturday and Sunday barely declined from its usual level, even though there were no new postings. Go figure….
Be all this as it may, I did manage to consume a certain amount of art over the weekend:
– I saw a matinee of Sarah Jones’ bridge & tunnel, about which I’ll be writing in The Wall Street Journal.
– I watched a couple of DVR-recorded films harvested from Turner Classic Movies and put on ice for later viewing. Robert Siodmak’s Criss Cross (ineptly remade by Steven Soderbergh as The Underneath) is a cherchez-la-femme-noir in which Burt Lancaster sticks his head into Yvonne De Carlo’s mouth and gets it bitten off. Jacques Tourneur’s I Walked with a Zombie is a voodoo variation on Jane Eyre that packs an astonishing amount of romantic atmosphere into sixty-eight minutes’ worth of low-budget B-movie footage. Both have superlative scores, Criss Cross by Mikl