It's team week at work, so my time is scarcely my own. During team week we sit in a large room and talk about the team and all the the things the team is going to do this year. There's no I in team, so there's very little to blog.

I went to see Seven Samurai at the Cinematheque last night. I was a bit on edge about the whole thing. When there's a flick you jump up and down naked upon saying "this is nth favourite movie ever ever ever," there's always the little worry in the back of your head that the next time you see it, you won't be as impressed as you were when you formed your opinion. Well, no fear this time. I think (?) this was either the first or possibly the second time I've seen it projected on the big screen... but it was definitely the most I've ever enjoyed the film, by a longshot. What really got me this time was the humour. Most of that shit just doesn't play when you're at home watching the Criterion DVD, but with an enthusiastic audience, that is one massively funny film (in addition to everything else). And on the big screen, the sheer impressionistic brilliance of Kurosawa's compositions comes through in a way that has to be seen to be believed. So many simple little things like the diagonal placement of bamboo reeds or the frenetic intercutting between each samurai in the same position in frame, running towards the bandits, just left my jaw dangling open at how much cooler it is when the image is standing fifty feet high glaring down on you, rather than the other way around. That was the thing I wasn't expecting: this movie is so damn cool. Now if I could just pick up a hot brunette girlfriend who digs on going to the Cinematheque to see 50 year old Japanese films, we'd really be cooking with gas.

Bruise check: hour 36