The movie tonight (Purple Butterfly) was somewhat disappointing ... it had moments of cinematographic delight (a man sitting next to a window, with curtains flapping in pushed by the wind; on the window ledge, two jars covered in raindrops, each with a single butterfly inside), but had an utterly bizarre timeline - basically, people kept getting shot and then showing up again, and I wasn't able to figure out if it was an actual flashback or a different kind of story-telling device, such as an alternate future or a "this dead person is a symbol of many other people, some of whom continue living." The ending, with war footage from the Japanese invasion of Shanghai and of Nanjing was pretty chilling, especially when they were burying people who were clearly still alive. Brrrr. Who needs tsunamis when we've got people?
Finally ... whatever disappointments I might have had about the movie will be quickly forgotten tomorrow, when I go to Buttrock Suites II: Sweeter, a series of short modern dance pieces set to heavy metal. I laughed so hard the last time I went that I wouldn't miss this one for the world. 8 PM at Velocity: see you there!