Friday
I have to work for at least a while tomorrow morning, because we've got to check over a bunch of applications after the database files have been moved to a new physical server. In theory it should be a totally invisible-to-users change, and every application should behave just as expected, but I've learned over the years that it pays to be slightly paranoid where applications are concerned. Especially when one certain coworker is loudly confident about how well things are going -- he could give Pollyanna a run for the Misplaced Optimism Nobel.
So I'll go in at 9 and run through a dozen or so applications, checking to see if they operate correctly, talk to each other nicely and play peacefully with the mainframe data. If all goes well, we should be done by noon, and then I can get on with my weekend, which should include a tea party (oh, way too civilized!) and some knitting, et cetera... maybe even a movie? (Corpse Bride on Sunday, anyone?)
Plus, my boss let us out early because we're going to work tomorrow, and just as I was about to skedaddle,
veejane contacted me and wanted to know if I was interested in seeing a movie. To which I suddenly found a burst of energy enough to agree, and so in a short time we were on our way over to Harvard Square, a quick meal, and a screening of Capote.
About which -- despite being something of a fan of true crime nonfiction, I've never read In Cold Blood, one of my big oversights, honestly. Not that I don't know the basic facts of the case, nor that Capote spent a long time researching and interviewing, but to see it played out, especially Philip Seymour Hoffman in the title role, giving indeed what I'd consider an Oscar-worthy performance. But the movie is more than a bravura turn -- the supporting roles are also damn good, particularly the unknown-to-me guy they have playing Perry Smith (one of the two killers of the Clutter family, the one that Capote ends up identifying so heavily with).
Afterwards, I said to
veejane, "Remind me only to write about safely dead people." To write the book he did, Capote had really to get into the minds of the perpetrators, but because he was such a people person, he got too close, the fact that his subjects were put to death, just destroyed him.
(For fans of Canadian cinema, it looks from the credits like Manitoba stood in for Kansas, and there was the occasional Kansan who had a suspiciously Canadian accent. :-) )
When I get a chance, I'll have to read Capote's book, and also the book this movie was based on, about the writing of Capote's book.
(Also, we got trailers for Brokeback Mountain, and the Johnny Cash movie, both of which look terrific....)
So I'll go in at 9 and run through a dozen or so applications, checking to see if they operate correctly, talk to each other nicely and play peacefully with the mainframe data. If all goes well, we should be done by noon, and then I can get on with my weekend, which should include a tea party (oh, way too civilized!) and some knitting, et cetera... maybe even a movie? (Corpse Bride on Sunday, anyone?)
Plus, my boss let us out early because we're going to work tomorrow, and just as I was about to skedaddle,
About which -- despite being something of a fan of true crime nonfiction, I've never read In Cold Blood, one of my big oversights, honestly. Not that I don't know the basic facts of the case, nor that Capote spent a long time researching and interviewing, but to see it played out, especially Philip Seymour Hoffman in the title role, giving indeed what I'd consider an Oscar-worthy performance. But the movie is more than a bravura turn -- the supporting roles are also damn good, particularly the unknown-to-me guy they have playing Perry Smith (one of the two killers of the Clutter family, the one that Capote ends up identifying so heavily with).
Afterwards, I said to
(For fans of Canadian cinema, it looks from the credits like Manitoba stood in for Kansas, and there was the occasional Kansan who had a suspiciously Canadian accent. :-) )
When I get a chance, I'll have to read Capote's book, and also the book this movie was based on, about the writing of Capote's book.
(Also, we got trailers for Brokeback Mountain, and the Johnny Cash movie, both of which look terrific....)

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Some people even believed that Capote fell in love with Perry Smith.
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I read the book in the '60's and I've got to tell you! It stayed in my mind for a long, long time. I never read that kind of thing any more. Especially not real life murders. *shudder*
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(Although, if Chris Cooper were only taller....)
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"but because he was such a people person, he got too close, the fact that his subjects were put to death, just destroyed him."
Interesting interpretation of the movie. I haven't seen the movie myself, but the articles I've read put a significantly different spin on the events: Capote didn't just identify with Perry Smith. Capote, who was gay, fell in love with Perry Smith. And Capote betrayed Smith, promising lawyers and a reprive that never arrived, because Capote needed an ending to sell his book. He needed for the killers to die.