I need to sleep more. This means less gallivanting around after school trying to see everything because I’m keen. Half-dead, sleep-deprived Nikesh becomes grumpy Nikesh, and grumpy Nikesh is no fun for anyone. (Of course, once I’ve caught up on sleep I’ll completely ignore this and go nuts again.)
Saw Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead on Tuesday, which was brilliant. It’s worth going for Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performance alone, but the film as a whole has great pace and is a bleak, tense depiction of the horrible things human beings will do to each other because of greed. At first I thought the structure was a bit weak, jumping around between past and present, but the more I reflect on it the more I warm to it. I have a feeling that when we get round to doing Greek tragedy at school (next year) I might need to watch this again. The title of the film comes from a great little Irish proverb: “May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.”
Didn’t get round to seeing Dead Wedding on Wednesday in the end, because of my aforementioned state of living-deadness this week. And now I feel bad, because it got a great review over at Culture Wars. Ah well, on the plus side I saved some money. And watched Lost instead.
