the beautiful weather of late has had me torn. it really is amazing, and i spent my lunch hour in bryant park, yesterday, as per usual; but it also reminds me of another just-as-beautiful day last september, and i get all nervous. not that kind of nervous where i think it's going to happen again, but just a little anxious, i guess.
i really need a vacation. i'm getting one next week, and i had a taste of one last week, and well, it's just time. fun weekends aren't enough. so two weeks in america's dairyland oughtta put that right.
why are all tv movies so damn bad? last night i had the severe misfortune to fall upon widows. this movie was car-wreck bad, that is, it was so gruesome you couldn't help but watch. well, i could help it but the roommate/life-partner couldn't. which meant i could either leave the room, or suck it up, and dive headlong into pop-culture.
brooke shields turned in easily the most wooden performance of her career, which is saying quite a lot, actually. even good actors are bad in tv movies. mercedes reuhl, always at the very least competent, didn't have a leg to stand on here, possibly because the writing was so very, well, how shall i put it... um... BAD!
i think the whole enterprise is pretty well summed up by this clip from the summary on abc.com: "...join forces with exotic dancer Bella..." join forces? sheesh.