03/28/2000

Ally McBeal last night? My god, that last half hour was brutal. I cried and cried and cried – and I’m not talking just getting teary-eyed, I’m talking tears dripping down my face for the entire second half. I cried hardest, I think, when Ally told Georgia that the last thing Billy said was "Tell Georgia I love her", because that’s what I was hoping she’d do. That’s what I would have done. Then of course, I read Melissa’s entry, and just the memory of the show made me cry again. I think I’m unendingly an optimist, because even when Billy was talking about how much he loved Ally, I thought he’d collapse and they’d rush him to the hospital and operate and he’d be okay, except I thought maybe they’d have hit something during the surgery that erased his memories of Ally, or his memories of his entire marriage to Georgia, and it’d end up being another wacky plot device, you know? It was heartbreaking. And I’m in for more crying tonight, because The Sixth Sense finally came out on video, and Fred stopped and bought the DVD on the way home, because he hasn’t seen it yet. When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater. My only fear is that we’ll watch it tonight, and I’ll wonder what I loved so about it. Speaking of movies, I watched Random Hearts yesterday, finally, because I’ve been trying to rent it for weeks now, and Hollywood Videos always has them all rented out. Sadly, I wasn’t terribly impressed by the movie, much as I like both Harrison Ford and Kristin Scott Thomas. My biggest problem, basically, was that once "Dutch" found that his wife and "Kay"’s husband had been having an affair, he went to Kay. Why would he do that? What’s the point? It was needlessly cruel, and the whole "affair" that resulted was ridiculous. My other problem was with the fact that "Kay", who was supposedly a Congresswoman from New Hampshire, was so accessible to "Dutch." Excuse my ignorance, but do Congresspeople really go wandering around all over the place like that, without any security people or anything? ‘Cause, y’know, in that case, I’ve always wanted to meet me a Kennedy. I’ll just go to Washington, sit in the park, and wait ’til Teddy comes by during his daily jog. I was a movie-watching fool yesterday; I also watched Joan of Arc: The Miniseries last night. It was pretty good; that Leelee Sobieski is something, ain’t she? Though it was humorous that in a movie about a French icon (uh…saint?) everyone sounded 100% American except for the times Leelee broke out with the "mon Dauphin". (Upon looking for info about Joan, I find that she is in fact a saint, though she didn’t become one until 1920.) Okay, it’s almost time to go home and plant my daffodil bulblings, so I shall bid adieu. Adieu, adieu!
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