Sometimes you are having a blah day, and something like this comes along and restores your faith in humanity:

I saw that a couple years back. It still hurts my brain.

I think I'll revisit Deadwood the next two days, while the BF is off in San Diego covering the new Cadillac launch. He may be staying at the W hotel and getting wined and dined by car execs, but I get to watch Swearingen's blow job monologue again. Frankly, I think I'm getting the better part of the deal.

Awesome. I envy you your Deadwood re-watch.

I saw some promotional stuff about this Salma Hayak-Colin Farrell movie on tv the other night and that was the first I'd heard of it. Is that good? or bad?

I'm not sure about having CF play an Italian.

I'm not sure about having CF play an Italian.

Is his colouring off? (I'm kinda not good at the subtleties, I find). He has demonstrated he's good with accents.

I'm not sure about having CF play an Italian.

Is his colouring off?

It's not his colouring so much as his features - those read very Irish to me, especially in comparison to someone like Ralph Macchio.

Given that, there might be deeper issues, but from a physical standpoint... eh.

Yeah, I'm blind to much of that stuff. It's not that, say, all white people look alike--more that they all look different and I don't see the commonalities that people use to characterise groups. I see the crossbreeding more than anything else.

Of course I'll be happy to point out black people that I swear have to be West Indian and not American, so it's all in where the eye has spent the time.

What deeper issues?

it's all in where the eye has spent the time.

Yes. (For me, it's a function of working in theater - trying to cast a family, for example, you start having to pay attention to the commonalities.)

I guess I haven't heard him be American recently. His accent in Tigerland was okay.

Yeah, his coloring is fine, but he looks really Irish. What I don't understand was why couldn't he just be Irish? Weren't there plenty of Irish immigrants in the 30s too?

Sumi, the movie is based on a real-life person, is why. He's some forgotten novelist that Charles Bukowski and others of his ilk resurrected into boozy stardom. (Such as it is.)

Sometimes, I can really ignore intra-racial ethnicity-markers. I don't have strong feelings either way about Farrell playing Italian, e.g. But sometimes it just jumps out at me -- actually, the only people I can conjure up off the top of my head are real-life people, like Vladimir Putin.

I picked up the Goblet of Fire (one-disc version, since there was a $6 difference between versions; the only thing I'd look at in the 2-disc is the extra scenes, and I can borrow someone else's copy to see those) and watched it last night. Having only seen it once in the theaters, I'd forgotten all the very funny lines and interesting extra stuff added for the movie. Still love that Kloves turned Neville into a budding Fred Astaire, and am now really looking forward to the twins' big departure in the next movie.