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I don’t know how to link properly.
http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2008/02/the-other-boley.html
.. but here is a link to a photo of Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman….. if you have a look, do you see what I see? A younger version of Meryl Streep and Diane Keaton ?
Ahem, Ahern.
There were such blaring flaws in the production of the film P.S. I love you, namely: the irritating early fights between the main characters: the garbled accents: the shockingly long time it took for the story to reach Irish shores, only to then have some mad scene on the side of the mountain/side of the road/could have been anywhere, where Gerry and Holly first meet and kiss, and the strange overabundance of well known television actors in supporting actor roles (the good Lisa Kudrow, and the disappointing Grey Anatomy famous, Jeffrey Dean Morgan a.k.a. Denny), combined to cause this viewer to wonder if the film was really meant to look like an ‘Paddy’ themed movie-of-the-week.
That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the film, because I did and would watch it again – for Harry Connick’s unnerving weirdo performance alone (someone should have him reprise his Hope Floats character). I thought Hilary Swank portrayed her character’s grief convincingly, and I particularly admired the inclusion of scene where Swank’s character Maggie uses a Judy Garland performance to express her anguish.
Anyway, based on viewing P.S. I love you; when I saw Cecelia Ahern’s Where the Rainbows End in a local bookshop it sparked my interest and I decided to give this book a whirl. At first I’d pick it up and read a few pages every few days (as featured in the post below). However after fifty pages I was completely hooked, and couldn’t put it down for the next few days. It sucked me in good and proper, I couldn’t wait to find out what happened next, and I was impressed by the use of emails and instant messaging to propel the plot along. Then it all unravelled, because somewhere between page 290 and 306, everything that was so suck-you-in-ish about the story soured, and the rest of the book ruined it all for me. Don’t put yourself through it, I say !
I love it when a book grabs hold of my attention in the way that this one did, for the first three quarters it was all airy and sugary fun like fairy floss, but it ultimately gives you a tummy ache.
Someone sweetly left me this red leaf, on an open page of the book I left beside my computer. The leaf was a lovely surprise, and such a goreous and firey red - a rarity in the evergreen world here.
Inspired by the bright yellow and luscious dark green of the frangipani flower in the post below, here is a picture of a colourful beanie I made. Unfortunately, these colours don’t suit me, so I’ll have to find a new home for it.
frangipani flowers in our garden – soft pastel petals that are velvety to touch, and roundish, shiny green leaves. Best of all is the fragrance; its divine: intoxicating.
