I just finished watching the DVD of The Triplets of Belleville I recently borrowed from my local library. In his review, Roger Ebert noted that he exhausted the synonyms for "wierd" in his thesaurus without doing the film justice, and his comment is spot-on. Yet the film is absolutely engrossing in its strangeness. I fully expected the film's dialogue-free nature to seem like a pretentious gimmick after a while, but it never wore out its welcome.
Now would be a perfect time to make a double feature of the DVD of Eyes Without a Face I borrowed at the same time -- or, at least, do a little more blogging -- but I'm tired, so I'll probably play a little PS2 and then hit the rack.
We had a sad evening. As I was getting The Girls ready for bed, our five-year-old and I went into their roome -- me to fetch jammies, and she to feed the goldfish we gave her for her fourth birthday. Alas, as soon as Cecilia looked at the tank, she saw that her fish had died. She screamed and burst into tears. It was heartrending to hear her sob and say to her fish that she was sorry, over and over. She took caring for the fish quite seriously, and felt responsible for its death, although it was purely an accident. (The cover to the pump's intake pipe got dislodged, and the fish somehow got its head stuck in the pipe.) Cecilia was devastated, and her three-year-old sister, although not quite understanding what had happened, was concerned to see her sister so sad.
As I retrieved the poor thing from its tank and scrounged for a little box, my lovely wife helped Cecilia with the spelling for a farewell note. It's now in the freezer (wrapped in two plastic bags), waiting for the weekend, when we'll bury it in the back yard. Cecilia said a funeral will help her feel better, and before bed she prayed that the fish will have a wonderful tank in heaven. For some reason, that was the moment that had me closest to crying.
We'll get her another fish this weekend, but I'm sure she won't forget this one any time soon. Cecilia said she doesn't want another goldfish, as it'll remind her of her lost pet. She's asleep now, of course, and I hope she finds some peace from her loss soon.
Update 04/16/05: We buried the fish this afternoon in the garden in the backyard. Cecilia wanted one last look at her fish, and then she tucked into its box a valentine that she had taped to its tank last Valentine's Day. My lovely wife sang a chorus of "All Things Bright and Beautiful," and gave me a short prayer by St. Francis of Assisi to read. Cecilia read the farewell note she wrote the night the fish died, and we buried it along with the box. When the dirt was all in place, Cecilia dropped to her knees, put her hands in the dirt and sobbed. That was a heartbreaking moment.
We then trooped out to find a new pet fish, and she picked out a small grey carp that's about half the size her godlfish was. (We also replaced the intake pipe cover, to ensure the same accident doesn't befall this one.) We also bought a cement mosaic kit, and my wife helped Cecilia make a small stone to place on top of the fish's grave (mostly to prevent animals from digging it up).
Now that this project is out of the way, I hope to have more review-age completed shortly. In fact, I'm thinking about doing seven reviews in seven days next week. Yes, doing so may mean posting here will suffer even more, but wish me luck anyway.
Tonight my lovely wife and I watched Mad Mission, the Anchor Bay DVD edition of the wacky Hong Kong action comedy Aces Go Places, directed by Eric Tsang and starring Karl Maka, Sam Hui and Silvia Chang. Here's a pretty good rundown of the film (and the second, which I own) at Needcoffee.com. I borrowed the DVD from my local library after returning the discs I borrowed the other day. (The library has a new policy by which it only lends feature DVDs for three days, which means two things: Whne I borrow 'em, I need to get busy, and there's a long list of flicks I want to borrow but couldn't possibly watch in three days if I got 'em all.)
You are most like Raven. Quiet and usually soft spoken, you don't like crowds and can be slightly gothic. You try to repress your emotions for one reason or another but one of your most powerful emotions is your anger. Your temper sometimes gets the best of you and when that happens those in your way would wish they weren't. You seem somewhat creepy to others and you earn a few odd stares but who cares? You aren't an outdoors person and avoid venturing outside when you can. You are generally the smart one and maybe not by trying to, the most cynical and sarcastic of the bunch which can be good or bad. You don't like anyone invading your privacy and you don't seem to be all that social. But for what it's worth you can be quite handy in a tough situation. You are drawn to the darkness or night most of the time. You appear mysterious and/or potentially dangerous at times and not everyone trusts you right away.
Here's GameSpot's page devoted to the game, and here's a FAQ or two describing strategies for the various races, as well as how to unlock cars by replaying various races in the story mode. Which I plan to do over the next few weeks, especially as that project will involve less of a time commitment than playing through the story mode.
I'm going to try to spend more time chronicling the various movies I watch (as opposed to, say, blogging) on a daily basis. This evening my lovely wife and I took in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, courtesy of a DVD I borrowed from my local library.
I enjoyed the movie very much -- like Down With Love, I knew I'd like it just from the production design. It's a swell homage to pulp adventure stories. (I especially dug the nod to Max Fleischer Superman cartoons in the design of one of the robot foes.) Here are reviews by Roger Ebert and Cold Fusion Video Reviews.