Cloud Catalog #156.

Touch his dick and he's dead!

And in today's episode of "Ridiculously Sexy Beasts That I Will Never Get Tired Of And Geez Please Be Mine All Of You," let these screenshots speak of my love for (the young) Kevin Kline!

Obviously I just finished watching A Fish Called Wanda and I was laughing my ass off most of the time, thanks to the brilliant script and the cast that made it delicious: Jamie Lee Curtis, John Cleese, Michael Palin, and Kevin himself who won a Best Supporting Oscar for his role as the armpit-sniffing, pseudo-intellectual Anglophobe thief, Otto.

It's a performance worthy of drool, and boy was I catching my breath and wiping my mouth at the same time. Not loving him is impossible. Now I really have to see In & Out!

Cloud Catalog #155.

What the hell, Alfred Birnbaum?

Having read the bulk of Murakami's novels (in college and after college) I am probably in the right position to say that no, he doesn't deserve the most prestigious literary prize yet. His lightweight writing has never been an issue, but there is just a whole lot of writers around that are so much better than him, if one just cares to seek them. And as with non-English authors, I wonder, whose fault are those dry and dreary turns of phrase?

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I finished six books in February. That's not a bad record, and I want to keep it that way in the coming months, but damn I need a fucking job.

Cloud Catalog #154.

Coffee doesn't work any more. I don't get to sleep well, and when I am awake, headaches occur too often. Like right now.

Anyway, before I pass out, my favorite show at the moment, with just four episodes in, is The Americans. Keri Russell is wonderful and Matthew Rhys kicks so much ass. He scares me to the point of loving him despite his cold stare and stone-hearted demeanor. It's been renewed for another season, so that's great news.

Cloud Catalog #153.

Oh shush, you prick. I love Anthony Perkins, hence the stills. 

I just finished watching The Trial by Orson Welles, and though I have some minor issues regarding its many and major differences from the novel (from the narrative details to the flow and to the rearranged chapters and to the overall tone), I must admit that I'm overwhelmed by the liberty that Welles had in the adaptation, exercising what seems to me his greatest talent, and that is, allowing the language of cinema to be emphasized and maximized despite making use of an enormous piece of literary material.

His touch of genius is very much present here: the elaborate set designs, the striking cinematography, the bizarre camera angles, and the use of incongruous non-diegetic sound. 

What endears me to it the most, however, is the lovely (and at times crazy) performance of Anthony Perkins as Josef K. OK, I knew he'd had relationships with guys before he married his wife, so the attraction is quite understandable. But there are numerous moments in The Trial when I feel that Andrew Garfield seems to have taken acting cues from him, from the softness of his voice and the hushed way he delivers it to the almost effeminate movement and naturally creepy smile, not to mention the manner in which he exudes that boyish charm and gangliness. But honest! He's really good. It flushed that image of Norman Bates from my mind, at least.

Hello, dream boy!

Cloud Catalog #152.

"You're insufferable!" - my best friends at the moment

Cloud Catalog #151.

I returned from Los Baños last night with nothing but heart (Low, 2011) and these four books, all of them worth 80 pesos!

Cloud Catalog #150.

Take me take me to the riot

Take me take me to the riot

And let me staaaaaaaaaaaay