So last night my wife was busy with homework. I should have beeen busy with homework, but I haven’t been going to school since 1996 without learning how not to do homework. I probably have a PhD in that by now. Anyway, I decided to watch one of the movies I got from Orem Public Library (my place of employment, for those of you who don’t know). OPL has over 25,000 movies, and I’m there all the time. This makes me feel like I have over 25,000 movies in my personal collection, especially since I can check out as many as I want for free, and I don’t have to pay late fees. (Mwa ha ha! Maybe Brandon’s right–maybe librarians really are evil. But I’m one of them, so who cares?)
So I watched Sweeney Todd–the filming of the Broadway musical with Angela Lansbury and George Hearn. What an incredible film. I remember watching it once before when it was on television. Of course, I was only like ten years old at the time. My dad watched it with me, and as I recall, he got in hot water for it, too. (I don’t think I’d watch this movie with children–very disturbing.) In any case, I didn’t remember it very well. I’m already a Sondheim fan–the man’s a genius, in my book, and he writes musicals like no other. While I was watching Sweeney, I was really just hit by how well it all fit together. The musical motifs, the themes, the plot–everything was included for a reason, and it all came to a wonderful climax. This probably stuck out in my mind so much because of all the plotting for Ichabod I’ve been doing right now. I just watched the film and thought, “I want this to be the experience people have when they read this book.” Who knows if I’ll be able to do it or not, but it’s a good goal to shoot for.
Not much else to report right now. I’m sitting in the Wilk at BYU in between sessions of LTUE (BYU’s sci-fi/fantasy con), and tonight I’m going dancing with my wife. Just because we don’t celebrate V-Day, doesn’t mean I don’t go dancing with her.
In the meantime, maybe I should do some homework.