Lines

Yesterday, I stayed up late watched a film with Jake Gyllenhaal in. I hadn't checked how long I it was (over two and a half hours and no ad breaks!) and though it was recorded so I could have stopped any time, I was just gripped and carried on. I think he is such a good actor and the characters he plays always totally believable.* In this case it was a real person so it should be believable but that's not what I mean. A few times lately I've turned away from TV dramas in disgust at the poor acting especially inadequate delivery of lines - and this from well known, even respected names. It totally distracts me from the story as I find myself thinking about how they should have said things or how their body language could have been improved or whatever. I guess it's ultimately the fault of bad directing but I hate it, whatever it is! I don't mind how implausible the plot as long as the actors act as if it's real!

*Of course I haven't seen all his movies but I intend to give the shortfall my best intention especially the ones where he smiles, there wasnt much smiling in this one!

Anyway I give gratitude for a good yarn well told and for supine escapism in all its forms. I give thanks for good movies and good acting and directing and I give thanks, of course, for Jake Gyllenhaals wonderful smile! And I give thanks for having an old fashioned overhead radial DP outside my kitchen window. That's one of those wooden telegraph poles with cables coming out like a maypole. I think it's the radiating maypole shape, I like rather than the street furniture nostalgia per se. There's a neighbour in the flats next door hangs washing out on part of her line...no kidding!