balmy days sweet sangria she's been gone have you seen her

Last night at Catherine's utterly fabulous birthday shindig I had what is probably the very best sangria I've ever tasted. We got a couple of pitchers of it at this Greek restaurant called Delphi in Tribeca, and it was just amazing. Unbelievable. The wine was cold and sweet, the fruit was fresh, and it went down like silk. Which is the reason I fell asleep during Clash of the Titans (one of them, anyway) and woke up with a pounding headache this morning. But I do have to commend Madame Wallachina on a truly wonderful celebration, and I hope that her 25th was as wonderful for her as it was for me. :)

I've been on a real sangria kick lately. I've had it while out with a couple of different groups of friends and I'm developing a real taste for the stuff. I can't wait until summer's in full swing, and I can enjoy it properly.

Oh, and Clash of the Titans? Two hours of pure hilarity. Kelso battles monsters and stuff. And repeats every line. You thought Legolas was Mr. Obvious in ROTK? This guy has him beat. The script was abominable, and had very little resemblance to any Grecian myth I remember reading (and that's a favorite topic of mine). I'm sure the changes were fine though, totally easy to believe that Perseus was aided by a FREAKING MECHANICAL OWL in his mighty quest. And the effects were just....I realize that Ray Harryhausen was amazing in his day (Mighty Joe Young, Jason and the Argonauts), and this is way before CGI was ever even consiered a possibility, so I could still appreciate them, despite the laughter at all of the incredible cheese. This is not a movie for the asthetically lactose intolerant.

And speaking of cheese, we saw a trailer for what might be the very worst rock-opera-movie ever made. It's called The Apple, and the sheer awfulness of just the trailer of this movie seeped through the screen and had me transfixed. So.Bad!! Part of me is hoping that the Landmark might be showing it at some point, but I'm not sure who'd be interested in joining me for a night of sheer godawfulness. Hell, I'm not even sure I want to subject myself to the whole thing. But it looks baaaaad. So very bad. Phantom of the Paradise (another late-night Cinemax favorite of mine) bad. ::glee:: According to IMDB, the screen at the Paramount Theater in L.A. was badly damaged at the premiere screening of The Apple by audience members flinging their free copies of the film's soundtrack at it.

I also finally watched Annie Hall over breakfast today. It was decent, I can see why it's so well thought of, but I like Manhattan much better. I think Allen is great as a storyteller, but in Annie Hall he got too caught up in the gimmickery and stayed away from the story for too long. Granted, romantic comedy always benefits from reinventing the wheel, I just feel that he explores the same territory in terms of relationships in Manhattan, but better. Plus, that film is so beautiful I could stare at it for hours.

Now I'm going to see about fixing the terrible mess in my shirt drawer, take a shower and then meet blergeatkitty and teany at Dim Sum Go Go. I also might offer to lend quasisonic a movie, as she's sort of been couch-bound most of the day. We're not sure if she's just sick or exhausted, but her not feeling well will keep me from the fesitivities up in Washington Heights this evening. Poor thing. :(

balmy days sweet sangria she's been gone have you seen her

Last night at Catherine's utterly fabulous birthday shindig I had what is probably the very best sangria I've ever tasted. We got a couple of pitchers of it at this Greek restaurant called Delphi in Tribeca, and it was just amazing. Unbelievable. The wine was cold and sweet, the fruit was fresh, and it went down like silk. Which is the reason I fell asleep during Clash of the Titans (one of them, anyway) and woke up with a pounding headache this morning. But I do have to commend Madame Wallachina on a truly wonderful celebration, and I hope that her 25th was as wonderful for her as it was for me. :)

I've been on a real sangria kick lately. I've had it while out with a couple of different groups of friends and I'm developing a real taste for the stuff. I can't wait until summer's in full swing, and I can enjoy it properly.

Oh, and Clash of the Titans? Two hours of pure hilarity. Kelso battles monsters and stuff. And repeats every line. You thought Legolas was Mr. Obvious in ROTK? This guy has him beat. The script was abominable, and had very little resemblance to any Grecian myth I remember reading (and that's a favorite topic of mine). I'm sure the changes were fine though, totally easy to believe that Perseus was aided by a FREAKING MECHANICAL OWL in his mighty quest. And the effects were just....I realize that Ray Harryhausen was amazing in his day (Mighty Joe Young, Jason and the Argonauts), and this is way before CGI was ever even consiered a possibility, so I could still appreciate them, despite the laughter at all of the incredible cheese. This is not a movie for the asthetically lactose intolerant.

And speaking of cheese, we saw a trailer for what might be the very worst rock-opera-movie ever made. It's called The Apple, and the sheer awfulness of just the trailer of this movie seeped through the screen and had me transfixed. So.Bad!! Part of me is hoping that the Landmark might be showing it at some point, but I'm not sure who'd be interested in joining me for a night of sheer godawfulness. Hell, I'm not even sure I want to subject myself to the whole thing. But it looks baaaaad. So very bad. Phantom of the Paradise (another late-night Cinemax favorite of mine) bad. ::glee:: According to IMDB, the screen at the Paramount Theater in L.A. was badly damaged at the premiere screening of The Apple by audience members flinging their free copies of the film's soundtrack at it.

I also finally watched Annie Hall over breakfast today. It was decent, I can see why it's so well thought of, but I like Manhattan much better. I think Allen is great as a storyteller, but in Annie Hall he got too caught up in the gimmickery and stayed away from the story for too long. Granted, romantic comedy always benefits from reinventing the wheel, I just feel that he explores the same territory in terms of relationships in Manhattan, but better. Plus, that film is so beautiful I could stare at it for hours.

Now I'm going to see about fixing the terrible mess in my shirt drawer, take a shower and then meet blergeatkitty and teany at Dim Sum Go Go. I also might offer to lend quasisonic a movie, as she's sort of been couch-bound most of the day. We're not sure if she's just sick or exhausted, but her not feeling well will keep me from the fesitivities up in Washington Heights this evening. Poor thing. :(