Ellen and I had a relaxing weekend, after having had Hunter for two weeks straight. Although we really must keep up our effort to look for jobs, can't do much on the weekends. So we see movies.
But there really isn't anything these days that really floats our boat; most investigations of the movie listings result in a sort of bored disappointment, with an "I'd see that I guess" substituting for "yeah." Boy Indiana Jones better get here soon.
Saturday: Leatherheads. A seemingly appealing throwback to the screwball comedies of old, and it's about football to boot! My choice. But I can now report, without fear of contradiction, that it is Snedeker-certified comedy free! A boring slog from start to finish, with Clooney mugging way too hard to try and rescue unfunny situations and dialogue. And I usually like him, the Lake-Como-living, model-dating bastard. Also extremely poorly directed for a comedy, with almost every scene ending with a long pause, apparently waiting for that perfect bon-mot scene-ending line which never comes. Clooney just waits a few more moments and cuts away. And here's my biggest criticism: not enough football!
Sunday: Another open house day, so the dogs needed to be deposited at "Wagville" while we got out of the house for three hours. This day it was "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day," starring Frances McDormand. Ellen liked it, but I napped a little -- "Mr. Snedeker Snoozes for an Afternoon." It had some good actors, and Amy Adams was fun and delivered her lines with gusto. A minor affair. Two stars. Whoop-de-do.
Then we went to pick up the dogs. While they go retrieve them, you can watch the doggie play area on webcam. I could see Louie just sitting there in the middle of the area, watching the front door, Elliot was orbiting him like some wobbly moon. It's sure seemed as if Louie does nothing but sit there and wait for us to return. Hmmph.
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