I went to see Night of the Hunter last night at the Grand Illusion last night, and what a hair-raising tale it was. I was drawn in simply by the idea of the preacher with LOVE/HATE tattooed on his knuckles, but the performance of Robert Mitchum as the twisted preacher was like seeing evil incarnate (and of course evil quotes the bible). Plus, I never expected that the cinematography would be so outstanding. It was positively lyrical right in the middle during the river sequence ... two children floating on a skiff by night, while the stars twinkled over head and little prey animals (rabbits, etc.) are shown on the banks in the foreground. And the sequence of the dead woman in the car at the bottom of the lake ... was right out of American Gods. I'd go on and on but I'll save that for my other blog.
Afterwards I got a gyro (at Alladin, of course) then met motomotoyama at Mandarin Gate. shadowdaddy joined us there later, and while I thought I'd be feeling the pain of coming home at midnight, in fact I seem to feel pretty good right now.
My brother-in-law is coming to visit tomorrow, and it looks like I'll spend lots of time cleaning prior to his arrival. I wish I could say I knew what I was doing Sunday and Monday, but he hasn't made good plans so I'm kind of at a loss. I want to go see some outdoor theater, but it's difficult when I don't know if I'm going to be here or not (BIL wants to go to Vancouver Sunday, I expect I'll bag since I don't like doing that drive and someone will need to watch the dogs). My brother is having a bunch of wedding guests in, and I'm supposed to go with them to see In Flagrante Gothicto Saturday, provided we can get 1/2 price tickets.