![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicItem the first, mother's made some heavenly apple jelly this year with ginger in it and it even made my horribly sad frozen veggie steaks taste like food.
Item the second, went to the movies and saw Luther, starring Joseph Fiennes, of all people, as, you know, Martin Luther, of all people - so obviously most of the movie was spent fighting the urge to giggle hysterically.
'Cause, see, I don't know about you, but I've always had a quite particular relationship with good old Martin.
(No, really, though, I'm sure he'd would be sad to know, but no matter which place I've been at regarding religion and church, him I've always felt rather close to. For better for worse, hold your horses. (When in doubt, blame Martin.) Also I think I once played him in a class play. Either him or Saint Anna.)
But, the movie? Once you got over the idea of Dr. Luther as dashing romantic hero of the day, it wasn't bad. Plenty of Joseph F. looking around with fiery eyes and a vague air of suffering and then riding about on pretty horses - shiny, I mean. Wonderfully prettified religious fervor for the modern audiences and all. But, you know, slashy as anything, in the way where poor Katharina ended up somewhat paztede on (as is her fate!) because by the time of her appearance everyone knew Luther was getting it on with the law school friend. You know?
Ah, well - it was a very ordinary movie, really. Only slightly surreal.
If you're me.
Which you often aren't.
I should get some sleep now.
Item the second, went to the movies and saw Luther, starring Joseph Fiennes, of all people, as, you know, Martin Luther, of all people - so obviously most of the movie was spent fighting the urge to giggle hysterically.
'Cause, see, I don't know about you, but I've always had a quite particular relationship with good old Martin.
(No, really, though, I'm sure he'd would be sad to know, but no matter which place I've been at regarding religion and church, him I've always felt rather close to. For better for worse, hold your horses. (When in doubt, blame Martin.) Also I think I once played him in a class play. Either him or Saint Anna.)
But, the movie? Once you got over the idea of Dr. Luther as dashing romantic hero of the day, it wasn't bad. Plenty of Joseph F. looking around with fiery eyes and a vague air of suffering and then riding about on pretty horses - shiny, I mean. Wonderfully prettified religious fervor for the modern audiences and all. But, you know, slashy as anything, in the way where poor Katharina ended up somewhat paztede on (as is her fate!) because by the time of her appearance everyone knew Luther was getting it on with the law school friend. You know?
Ah, well - it was a very ordinary movie, really. Only slightly surreal.
If you're me.
Which you often aren't.
I should get some sleep now.
