Un peu de neige

We had a brief burst of flurries today, driven hard by the winds of a cold front. This of course occurred during five of the ten minutes in which we had to walk outside. The sun was out on one side of the sky.

Just watched Son Frère (His Brother), dir. Patrice Chéreau. I've been putting it off because the end of the book made me cry my eyes out and it takes a bit of bracing oneself to face that again. No tears this time, though. More… solemn. More… French? Can a French director make a French book more French? The last line makes me want to say yes, ha.

I'm still working through whether it was as successful as the book. ( Certainly the shift in genre allowed it to tell its story differently... )

And a cameo by Pascal Greggory, one of Chéreau's favorites and also mine.

Ooh. I'd so cast Greggory as a Cardassian for one of my Mary Sue stories.

(Whoops. Way to trivialize a book/film about dealing with a seriously ill family member.)