I was sitting for Miles last night and saw The Hours while I was over there. I didn't start watching it until after the American Idol special, so that was like 10, so I expected I'd have to stop in the middle and take the DVD home with me, but John & Debra didn't get home until right around 12, just as the credits were rolling, so it worked out perfectly.
I had no idea Toni Collette was in it! I've loved her ever since Muriel's Wedding. Anyway, this was just a bit role, but she did an excellent American accent. No slip-ups at all. She did one for Velvet Goldmine as well, but that was interspersed with British for the role, so it was hard to tell how she would have handled the accent if she had to carry it the whole time.
I am also impressed with how she's able to change weights for her roles. She did the chubby thing in Muriel and Emma and the stick-skinny thing in VG and About a Boy. She was rather large and busty in this as well. She also towered over Julianne Moore.
Julianne Moore was far from the perfect pretty look she had in Far from Heaven and Nicole with the false nose was interesting, but I still liked them both. Oh, and what's her name. My So Called Life girl. Haven't seen her in ages, but she played Meryl Streep's daughter.( And cut for spoilers... )
I also started reading a new book last night, John Rechy's City of Night. I read for about 3 hours before watching American Idol and then the movie and got about 120 pages into it. The story is good, and I'm really enjoying it, but God, if this were fanfic, it would be up for the next Mountain o' Mock, because the grammar is killing me!
90% or more of the time, there are no apostrophes. Everything is cant, wont, dont, Im, Ill, theyre, and it hurts
. But sometimes, randomly, there are apostrophes. *shrugs* There's also a lot of Random Capitalization, random stringingtogether ofwords, and odd punctuation. Oh, not to mention the fact that tense is constantly shifting, sometimes within a single sentence. I don't know what the point of writing it this way was, but I don't like it. Really.
It's a very interesting look at male prostitution and gay life in the 50s (the book was published in 1963). That period has been so idealized, it's almost hard to imagine anything else. And it's one thing for someone to write a book now and say, this is how it was, but then you always have to take that with a grain of salt, because you're looking back at things through a modern perspective and that can skew things, but this was written then, this is what happened. The opinions of what was queer and what was not are very interesting.
And now, I suppose, I should get back to work.