Walk: Day of Rest (and reading about contemporary art gallery scene, stay tuned)
Distance: 0, small home yoga
Ciwt misses Roger Ebert. Here's part of his review 12/8/96 of The Third Man:
Of all the movies I have seen, this one most completely embodies the romance of going to the movies. I saw it first on a rainy day in a tiny, smoke-filled cinema on the Left Bank in Paris. It told a story of existential loss and betrayal. It was weary and knowing, and its glorious style was an act of defiance against the corrupt world it pictured. Seeing it, I realized how many Hollywood movies were like the pulp Westerns that Holly Martins wrote: naive formulas supplying happy endings for passive consumption. I read the other day that they plan to remake "The Third Man." Do you think Anna will cave in to Holly --or will she remain true to her bitter cynicism and unspeakable knowledge?