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fr_defenestratoWe really did say "dinner" and we really did eat dinner. But it was our first outdoor hangout of the season, and Fox & Hounds on 17th St. N.W. is famously dangerous: you ask for a simple mixed drink (mine, there, is Jack and Ginger) and they bring you an 8-oz. glass of iced liquor with only about half an inch empty at the top, and a bottle of soda or juice. You mix your own, and the first sip is pure liquor till you can get sufficient ullage to make a decently proportioned drink.
I had 418 of these last night. The monkfish and mash were no match.
So then, being the Very Bright Person that I am, especially when way drunk, I go home and put on a movie. What movie could I possibly pick as appropriate for a major inebriation? Yup: A Home at the End of the World.
At 10:55 I was a blubbering mess, on the phone with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maestro_live, bawling my eyes out, barely able to make sentences. (Holy cow, I'm even getting misty right now just thinking about that movie.) P talked me down pretty efficiently, though, which is why I was then able to sit through my first viewing of Harold and Maude in probably a decade. It's hippie and it's dippy in places, but damn, that movie holds up, largely on the sheer likability of Ruth Gordon and Bud Cort. I been singing "On the Road to Find Out" to myself all day long, apart from a brief fling with "Tea for the Tillerman" in the shower. Cat Stevens is my most personal and wrenching reason for loathing fundamentalist Islam.
Anyway. The previews on the DVD extras menu! Hal Ashby filmed some full-on passionate kisses between the two leads but they got excised before release, presumably by skittish industry execs. (Those that know the movie know that the most explicit extant evidence that Harold's and Maude's shared connection is a physical one is a morning-after shot where they're about as far apart as they could possibly be on Maude's bed, with Maude conveniently asleep and Harold blowing soap bubbles.)
Also, one preview also showed an odd, surrealistic looking landscape, with the movie characters in the foreground and a bunch of leafless trees in the background shaped to spell out "FUCK WAR" (although the F was not all in shot). Who knows where that came from (other than the ongoing-at-the-time Vietnam conflict and the popular opposition to our "staying the course" there so bloody long... but that's completely irrelevant today, of course).
I had 418 of these last night. The monkfish and mash were no match.
So then, being the Very Bright Person that I am, especially when way drunk, I go home and put on a movie. What movie could I possibly pick as appropriate for a major inebriation? Yup: A Home at the End of the World.
At 10:55 I was a blubbering mess, on the phone with
maestro_live, bawling my eyes out, barely able to make sentences. (Holy cow, I'm even getting misty right now just thinking about that movie.) P talked me down pretty efficiently, though, which is why I was then able to sit through my first viewing of Harold and Maude in probably a decade. It's hippie and it's dippy in places, but damn, that movie holds up, largely on the sheer likability of Ruth Gordon and Bud Cort. I been singing "On the Road to Find Out" to myself all day long, apart from a brief fling with "Tea for the Tillerman" in the shower. Cat Stevens is my most personal and wrenching reason for loathing fundamentalist Islam.Anyway. The previews on the DVD extras menu! Hal Ashby filmed some full-on passionate kisses between the two leads but they got excised before release, presumably by skittish industry execs. (Those that know the movie know that the most explicit extant evidence that Harold's and Maude's shared connection is a physical one is a morning-after shot where they're about as far apart as they could possibly be on Maude's bed, with Maude conveniently asleep and Harold blowing soap bubbles.)
Also, one preview also showed an odd, surrealistic looking landscape, with the movie characters in the foreground and a bunch of leafless trees in the background shaped to spell out "FUCK WAR" (although the F was not all in shot). Who knows where that came from (other than the ongoing-at-the-time Vietnam conflict and the popular opposition to our "staying the course" there so bloody long... but that's completely irrelevant today, of course).
