Star Trek: Into Darkness has left my inner Trekkie squealingly ecstatic and that’s all I have to say about it. Oh except this: Benedict Cumberbatch. All bow to the Altar of Roddenberry.
I slept through a good part of The Royal Tenenbaums as I watched it (again) while in the throes of food poisoning. Or it could have been noro. Either way it had me praying to things I don’t believe in. But Margot! So many feelings. Because I’m no longer sick, London is full of spring, and I am 32.
“Lottie, I’m smitten with you. I am… but only when you’re in Malkovich. When I was with him last night, I was looking into his eyes and could sense your feminine longing.”
Mike and I watched ‘Being John Malkovich’ the other night. Cameron Diaz! Amazing.