Suzy Says

Finally found where the little dandelion painting had gotten to. It was placed sideways on top of the shelves which hold our [frighteningly huge collection of] videos & DVD’s, beside my maternal grandparents’ wedding picture. Shows how often I really look at my surroundings. Just have to find a nail and put the painting back up where it belongs!

The movie was great. Really stylish and surprisingly low on gore, but then one’s imagination is almost always better/worse than having it spelled out for you on film (this applies to sex scenes, too). Johnny Depp looks so great in period costume (as he did in the equally stylish, though far more gory Sleepy Hollow) that I wonder if he’ll ever get another role in modern clothes. His lower-class London accent was so impeccable that the movie was halfway over before it occurred to me that he was doing a flawless accent. While it did mess with history in a few places, and none of the Ripper’s real-life victims were remotely as attractive as those in the film, it was still a blast. I don’t have a problem with artistic license or suspending disbelief when I’m at the movies. It’s supposed to be entertaining, and that’s what it was. Reality is overrated anyway.

After the movie (which zipped by in spite of being over two hours long), we walked over to our favorite little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant, Victor’s, home of the best pizza in the city, and also one of its best-kept secrets. It’s cozy and welcoming, with its booths, battered linoleum floor, and hanging grape shaped lights. The staff has been the same for the decade we have been going there: Voice Guy, who answers the phone; the delivery guy who fell in love with our Jo when she was a kitten, asking if there were any more like her (never has been, never will be) and who is now a waiter; and our usual waiter. Our waiter has always seen the movie we have just seen, so we had an animated discussion about “From Hell” before ordering our excEt and cheap dinner. Hey Brian: guess where you’re going for dinner next Friday?!

On our way home, we passed by the new French lingerie shop that just opened. I have to go and check it out while the 10% off opening sale is still on. The husband of the lingerie shop owner had just pulled up to pick her up after work. He was accompanied by his two little girls, whom he was admonishing to put on their coats in French. One was blonde and the other a redhead, both looking like angels with clouds of curls. I’m telling you, they’re going to break a bunch of hearts in the future. They have probably already cut a swathe through their first or second grade classes. That guy better buy a gun.

And finally: it was an amazing blue moon. It looked exactly like the painting in that link. It was gorgeous.