Nobody Makes Coffee in America

I've never seen so much as a plunger in a US film of late, it's all styrofoam cups : (

Had dinner out with the girls last night - congratulations, Julie! - and then went to see 'The Interpreter', which I was a bit disappointed with. Exciting as it was to hear the word linguistics in a film : ) I didn't feel the story settled long enough on any one idea or any one character, to the point where it was just one new event after another and I didn't care what happened to anyone involved and I wanted to take to Nicole Kidman's fringe with a hacksaw. I thought too that having gone to so much trouble to secure the UN as a setting they could have expanded a little on her character's work - I know I'm biased but they flew past some interesting aspects of interpreting and its relationshiup with diplomacy that I thought really could have contributed something special. As it was I felt they just whacked the interpreting in there as an excuse to have NK's character privy to the information that was critical to the plot.

Cooked a big (late) breakfast for Miss Pope and Miss Jones this morning and ended up shopping in town this afternoon - got a CD for you to listen to, Neek - then came home to iron in front of 'Life As a House', which I thought was fantastic. I love Kevin Kline and thought this was a really beautiful story - full of tiny episodes of the importance of touch. (Touch each other, people!) And I managed to sneak 'Notting Hill' through the VCR again before Ginette got home - realised with a sinking heart that Hugh Grant and I had exactly the same hair there for a while, only I didn't get kissed half as much in mine as he did in his!