




Three movies I've watched lately:
Wilbur wants to kill himself (I fell asleep), You, Me and Dupree (so no.) and Being John Malkovich.
There are certain faces I remember rather than others.
There are some actors that I keep in mind even if they're not that famous.
When they appear, it's impossible to relax before knowing where I've seen them before.
Lately, this happened when I saw Mads Mikkelsen and Catherine Keener.
Currently, I'm spending a few days in the countryside.
It's unseasonable cold and rainy.
Oh may.