I took in Iron Man last night. It was a fun film. After all the glowing reviews, I was a tad bit disappointed, but not much. The internal dialog of Tony Stark was far too understated. On the other hand, it was only a comic book plot. And, in fact, it's simplicity leads to the underlying tension in nuclear proliferation laid bare. I overheard someone observe after the movie that Stark was a hypocrite for turning himself into a weapon after deciding that weapons were bad. I don't share the view that using X in order to destroy X necessarily makes one a hypocrite, but it does hold no small amount of tension that also lies within nations such as the US attempting to prevent Iran from following the path the US has already taken vis a vis nuclear technology.
I was also disappointed that a certain song by a particularly influential heavy metal band didn't show up until the end credits. Although, the way it was introduced does get top props. And Stark ought to have been introduced as Stark before getting blown up by a Stark Industries cluster bomb in the opening sequence. The irony was lost on most of the audience unless they watch it a second time as who Stark is doesn't become apparent until after the opening sequence. Even my fourteen year old daughter thought it was largely predictable.
But maybe my expectations are simply too high. And I have to admit, I really like the slow smoldering sexual tension between Stark and Potts. The hints about the complicated depths of their relationship were unusually nuanced for a film adapted from a comic book. And the Wiki page on the film says that the director decided to set aside the theme of alcoholism for treatment in subsequent chapters of the trilogy.
I also had an amusing (to me) conversation yesterday. The background setting is that a friend borrowed my car while I was in DC. This friend had left behind a CD of country music in the console player.
lm: Here, Friend, I think you left this behind.
lm's spouse: Are you going to make fun of Friend?
lm: No, Friend can hear my voice in her head. I've no need to say the words she is already hearing.
Saturday was mostly uneventful. The big project of the day was putting down self-adhesive vinyl tiles in the two kitchens in preparation for the installation of new cabinetry. It went fairly quick, especially after a friend whom I tend to refer to in these diaries by the pseudonym Cooper stopped by, six pack of Sam Adams in hand, to help. The floor installation was followed by Vespers and dinner with a couple of good friends at a local Italian/American chain.
Sunday, after the divine liturgy, was a bit more eventful. I wore my new tie. Quite a few people noticed. Those that noticed either loved or hated it. Those who are more heavily influenced by monasticism tended to love it probably due to the monastic tendency to keep death before one's eyes. One elderly parishoner who spent quite a bit of time in a Trappist monastery before abandoning the Roman Catholic Church for the Eastern Orthodox Church after Vatican II especially liked it. Other's were a bit mortified, `It certainly makes a statement but I'm not sure what that statement is.'' In the end, as Saint Cosmos wrote, the greatest teacher is death.
After liturgy, I took measurements for carpet installation while Xanthippe and the wee tykes went out for a late lunch with Miss E (who was hiding from the open house going on at the place where she lives) and Dorian who drove in from parts southern for the weekend services. Once they returned, the girls, Miss E and I went upstairs to pull leftover staples from rooms that had once been carpeted.
The most fun part of the evening was after the movie. We arrived back in our neighborhood after movie just after 10pm. We were all hungry and had no kitchen. Unfortunately it seems that the dining rooms at all of the area restaurants, save for White Castle, had closed at 10. We ended up going through the drive through and having a night time picnic in the parking lot of a shopping center beneath the street lights.
So now, it's back to the 8 to 5 grind for me after two weeks of a largely unscheduled schedule.
And from the just in department: Inspector General says that the GWB administration broke the law.
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