Noir

So I have been remiss in posting lately, and I don't really know why. I've thought of great things to post (which all allude me now, of course), but just haven't gotten around to doing it. So what shall I talk about now? Well, let's see...

Last night was Halloween, which is one of the great holidays ever. Not only do I get to wear my Jedi cloak, but everywhere there are peanut butter cups for me to eat. Seriously, it's possibly my favorite holiday, although there are some others that I love, also.

Last year my mom made me an absolutely awesome Jedi outfit to go along with the cloak that I've had for many a year, and to show my adoration of it, I used it as my costume again this year (I didn't think that the time and effort she put into it was sufficiently rewarded after only one use). Okay, so those of you who know me know that really, the reason I was a Jedi again is because I'll use any excuse I can find to show my Star Wars nerdiness, and I love wearing my cloak. But I can pretend it was out of gratitude to my mom.

After passing out candy to the little kiddies (who were all very surprised to find a grown up dressed up (as a Jedi, none-the-less) handing out candy), Rachel and I headed over to Chris' where we drank some Vampric wine (which was quite tasty), and enjoyed quizzing ourselves with TCM Scene It trivia. Okay, so it was mostly Chris and myself that were quizzing ourselves, but I think Rachel had fun, too.

Then I returned home to watch the episode of VM that I had taped, and was not overwhelmed by the episode. This season has just been too fluffy for me, and they had some definite opportunities to make this episode dark (I mean, it's Halloween for heaven's sake), and let it slip by their fingers. I'm sure I'm one of the few people who likes all things dark, but come on, lets get back to the film noir roots here! The show has turned mostly into seeing how many times they can try to throw in a little twist at the end (which are almost always predictable) and still keep an audience guessing. As one who has almost always seen through their little charades, I want some grittiness! But then again, I suppose I could just watch Brick if I want to true modern film noir.

Speaking of noir, Rachel and I watched A Prairie Home Companion the other night, and it's just as great the second time as the first. The cast is amazing, and the second time around, I was much more able to appreciate the subtle little things that Altman did to make it a true ensemble movie. It's the small things like seeing characters off to the side of the stage during numbers even when it's not necessary that make me love good directors. And this is long, so I'm done rambling.