Friday night media
Jan. 20th, 2006 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironic"House" rerun on USA -- more Wilson adorableness. He brings another patient to House's attention, and after some precursory banter House takes the file. Wilson, taken aback, wants to know why. House makes for the elevator and tosses back over his shoulder, "You know why." Wilson grins his slow, lopsided grin, hand playing in his coat pocket (the equivalent of kicking his toe into the dirt, aw shucks), and guesses that it's because the guy's blood pressure isn't responding to the standard treatment. House looks at him and says, "Yeah. That's it." Close elevator door.
...Not tonight's subject, though.
Hugo Weaving showed up in my dream last night for a reason even I can't explain. (Liam Neeson was there later as someone who'd dated my mother, and he had a son who was a prince. I blame Narnia for that one.) We were in a room similar to my mom's new basement, talking and laughing about a robe I think, and the conversation involved the line "And you played Elrond, so it's perfect!"
All by way of saying that when I dropped by the library tonight I looked him up in the catalog and found an Australian drama from a few years ago called "After the Deluge." (This usually works the other way, right? See a movie and then have a dream with one of the actors?)
The movie was about two semi-well-adjusted adult brothers, one a lawyer and the other a successful architect (the man who played Boromir/character in "Van Helsing"), and a third (Hugo Weaving), a washed-up former rock musician who'd been estranged from the family for years, as they deal with their irritable father's worsening Alzheimer's. As the brothers work through their own problems the father loses his grip on the present, his surroundings interlacing with his war traumas (it was quite like "Gods and Monsters" in that respect) and painful episodes from his sons' youth. This is a fairly terrible summary since it makes the movie sound like a Hallmark classic, but it was very well done -- see also the set of laurels on the DVD case denoting its many film festival awards -- wonderful acting all around, held my attention straight through, and managed to avoid much sentimentality. The brothers were characters without being caricatures, and when they emerged from the mess of their lives as successful fathers it felt satisfying. Quietly moving enough that after it was over I went downstairs and sat with my father and listened to him talk about his day for half an hour, grateful just to have him there.
Okay. Time for House to prove he was right the whole time.
...Not tonight's subject, though.
Hugo Weaving showed up in my dream last night for a reason even I can't explain. (Liam Neeson was there later as someone who'd dated my mother, and he had a son who was a prince. I blame Narnia for that one.) We were in a room similar to my mom's new basement, talking and laughing about a robe I think, and the conversation involved the line "And you played Elrond, so it's perfect!"
All by way of saying that when I dropped by the library tonight I looked him up in the catalog and found an Australian drama from a few years ago called "After the Deluge." (This usually works the other way, right? See a movie and then have a dream with one of the actors?)
The movie was about two semi-well-adjusted adult brothers, one a lawyer and the other a successful architect (the man who played Boromir/character in "Van Helsing"), and a third (Hugo Weaving), a washed-up former rock musician who'd been estranged from the family for years, as they deal with their irritable father's worsening Alzheimer's. As the brothers work through their own problems the father loses his grip on the present, his surroundings interlacing with his war traumas (it was quite like "Gods and Monsters" in that respect) and painful episodes from his sons' youth. This is a fairly terrible summary since it makes the movie sound like a Hallmark classic, but it was very well done -- see also the set of laurels on the DVD case denoting its many film festival awards -- wonderful acting all around, held my attention straight through, and managed to avoid much sentimentality. The brothers were characters without being caricatures, and when they emerged from the mess of their lives as successful fathers it felt satisfying. Quietly moving enough that after it was over I went downstairs and sat with my father and listened to him talk about his day for half an hour, grateful just to have him there.
Okay. Time for House to prove he was right the whole time.
