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Nov. 8th, 2007 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313For about two weeks now, the Scientist has been dying to go see a movie. So last night we checked the schedules and found that the only showing of American Gangster that made sense was all the way out in St. Charles. (That's about a half-hour's drive from our place, and about an hour's drive from Chicago itself, for those of you who don't know the area.) Since St. Charles is also the home of one of his favorite restaurants, Sweet Tomatoes, we headed out for dinner and a movie. Dinner was really good, with salad and chili and cornbread with butter/honey whip. Mmmmmmm. Now I understand why he loves that place so much. And there's one opening 10 minutes from our house, so that's awesome.
As for American Gangster, it was a pretty good movie. Not the greatest movie I've ever seen, but definitely better than most. Russell Crowe continues to impress. I honestly think he's one of the best actors around. He and Johnny Depp can both just disappear into a role, completely inhabit it. Denzel was also good. I've never been quite as impressed with him as everyone else, because for me it's always "DENZEL is ACTING!" His acting isn't as subtle as Russell's tends to be. But it was pretty fun to watch Denzel being this complete badass, with all of this anger ready to boil over. When it would, it was pretty chilling. The scene when Frank calls all of his brothers to NYC to join him, and he shoots Tango in the head in front of everyone was a great example. Frank was just scary in that scene, because he's just so calculated and ruthless. I think seeing the shock on Huey and Turner's faces just made it even clearer what a monster their brother had become. Anyway, it was a good movie. Though I wouldn't recommend it if you have a fear of needles, because there were MANY scenes of people shooting up. Also, go see an earlier show. At 2½ hours, it's a long movie.
Changing subject entirely, I am loving this weather. It's been quite cold here for the past few days, but that's okay. I can wear my leather jacket with my great cashmere scarf, and I've broken out the tights and boots and long skirts. LOVE! Oh, and sweaters! I love sweaters. Nice, soft, thick cotton sweaters. And I'm craving some hot spiced cider, or hot chocolate with a shot of peppermint or butterscotch Schnapps. Ah, autumn. I love you so.
What else is going on worth telling you? Now that we're all moved in and settled, I'm starting to get all excited for the wedding again. Yay, wedding! There's only 163 days left to go, you know. I need to meet with the florist still, but I'm trying to find a weekend when my mom can come down from Michigan to attend the meeting with me. I know jack squat about flowers, so I'd like her opinion. Of course, trying to pin my mom down for ANYTHING lately has been a bear. She called yesterday around 4:30 to say that she and Dad would be in this afternoon, and how about if they drop by the house after work? Well, I have a doctor's appointment after work, and even then the Scientist and I don't get off the train until 6:30, which was too late for Mom. I wanted to tell her "If you want to spend time with me, give me more than 24 hours' notice, duh!" But whatever. As the Scientist said to me yesterday, it's like my parents are going through a second bout of their teenage years, now that they have no one to answer to but themselves. I'll just let them run amok, and when they realize they haven't talked to their daughter in a while, they'll call. In conclusion: yay wedding! (Man, talk about a tangent...)
Oh, and what's with the holiday rush starting weeks before Thanksgiving? Stupid Christmas. I'm going to be all overdosed on Christmas before Thanksgiving even gets here. And I have NO CLUE as to what to buy my family this year. Mom & Dad will be celebrating with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yakgirl and her family out on the East Coast, and the Scientist and I are meeting up with them after the holidays. So everything will have to be shipped out to them there. As to what those "everythings" will be, I really have no idea. Stupid holidays.
As for American Gangster, it was a pretty good movie. Not the greatest movie I've ever seen, but definitely better than most. Russell Crowe continues to impress. I honestly think he's one of the best actors around. He and Johnny Depp can both just disappear into a role, completely inhabit it. Denzel was also good. I've never been quite as impressed with him as everyone else, because for me it's always "DENZEL is ACTING!" His acting isn't as subtle as Russell's tends to be. But it was pretty fun to watch Denzel being this complete badass, with all of this anger ready to boil over. When it would, it was pretty chilling. The scene when Frank calls all of his brothers to NYC to join him, and he shoots Tango in the head in front of everyone was a great example. Frank was just scary in that scene, because he's just so calculated and ruthless. I think seeing the shock on Huey and Turner's faces just made it even clearer what a monster their brother had become. Anyway, it was a good movie. Though I wouldn't recommend it if you have a fear of needles, because there were MANY scenes of people shooting up. Also, go see an earlier show. At 2½ hours, it's a long movie.
Changing subject entirely, I am loving this weather. It's been quite cold here for the past few days, but that's okay. I can wear my leather jacket with my great cashmere scarf, and I've broken out the tights and boots and long skirts. LOVE! Oh, and sweaters! I love sweaters. Nice, soft, thick cotton sweaters. And I'm craving some hot spiced cider, or hot chocolate with a shot of peppermint or butterscotch Schnapps. Ah, autumn. I love you so.
What else is going on worth telling you? Now that we're all moved in and settled, I'm starting to get all excited for the wedding again. Yay, wedding! There's only 163 days left to go, you know. I need to meet with the florist still, but I'm trying to find a weekend when my mom can come down from Michigan to attend the meeting with me. I know jack squat about flowers, so I'd like her opinion. Of course, trying to pin my mom down for ANYTHING lately has been a bear. She called yesterday around 4:30 to say that she and Dad would be in this afternoon, and how about if they drop by the house after work? Well, I have a doctor's appointment after work, and even then the Scientist and I don't get off the train until 6:30, which was too late for Mom. I wanted to tell her "If you want to spend time with me, give me more than 24 hours' notice, duh!" But whatever. As the Scientist said to me yesterday, it's like my parents are going through a second bout of their teenage years, now that they have no one to answer to but themselves. I'll just let them run amok, and when they realize they haven't talked to their daughter in a while, they'll call. In conclusion: yay wedding! (Man, talk about a tangent...)
Oh, and what's with the holiday rush starting weeks before Thanksgiving? Stupid Christmas. I'm going to be all overdosed on Christmas before Thanksgiving even gets here. And I have NO CLUE as to what to buy my family this year. Mom & Dad will be celebrating with
yakgirl and her family out on the East Coast, and the Scientist and I are meeting up with them after the holidays. So everything will have to be shipped out to them there. As to what those "everythings" will be, I really have no idea. Stupid holidays.