Oof, had to snail through "In the Mood for Love"- a story about a woman with some seriously coiffed hair and cheongsams so tight that she can't do much except barely pass people in hallways. The other half is about a seriously bummed out dude who gets no loving(except in one cut scene) from the stiff lady whose husband is having more adult activities his wife. Needless to say, C fell asleep half way through. I was forced to watch til the end, as well as all the deleted scenes with commentary, plus read all the Rotten Tomato entries.



Film critics really gushed about the unrequited smoldering restrained love of this type. Who wants to suffer through love that wasn't meant to be as dictated by script writers. Too tedious and foolish for my taste, but perhaps the critics are indulging in their own nostalgia. It would appear there is plenty lusting going on in the world: half the world acts on it, and the other half would rather watch movies where actors don't act on it probably since every other movie is about acting on one's illicit desires. But that Maggie Cheung has a shapely body, that's for sure.



Poor C, I should really put his Nutty Professor II, the Klumps higher on my Netflix queue so he'll have something to enjoy. He's been slogging through all my talky Roehmer films. Poor fellow.