Family Portrait- minus me
Just found a few pictures hiding on me camera’s internal memory. Here’s something of a reunion for the ‘Williams’ side of the clan from round Beth’n’Ali’s wedding time… click pic for bigger and Flickry goodness.
After 24 hours of suspecting a box of kitchenware (including good knives, ceramic bowls, and ‘erbs) had either fallen off the truck unnoticed on the trip South, been nicked, or donated to the poor boys and girls by accident, it turned up at the bottom of our plastic tower of crap in the garage. Not before a thorough examination of everything else in the 95 degree heat of the garage was performed this morning, mind. But it looks like we’re more or less packed for Mexico now. I’ve got all manner of clothes left in the garage, but if I haven’t missed an item of clothing in the last 4 months of living out of a suitcase, i reckon I won’t be needing it…
Anyroad, to celebrate we went to see ‘A History of Violence’ in the cinemamovie theater. I knew it wasn’t going to be a film Sita’d be mad for, but then again, she’s a big Sopranos, Medium and Millenium fan which can be pretty unflinching at times. I should have gone with my first impression mind, as she wasn’t impressed. “Full of clichés” apparently. Anyway, it wasn’t as good as the critics are making out, but nowhere near as bad as Sita’ll tell you neither. Nuanced performances, occasional Cronenberg gore and suspense aplenty. If you could sit there with your critic friends and discuss violence, society and the voyeuristic, almost participant-observer, nature of the filmgoing experience, maybe it would be better. Not for me though. I don’t really recommend it, for the record. Wallace and Gromit’s out tomorrow…
But we won’t be going to see that just yet ‘cos we’re off to the Sunset Strip to see Devandra Banhart sing and play his little hippy socks off tomorrow evening, so hopefully that’ll be lovely. A bientot.
