Tonight I watched the movie Stranger than Fiction, the Will Ferrell movie which also stars the fabuloso Emma Thompson, Maggie Gyllenahaal, Dustin Hoffman and Queen Latifah! (I think one has to write her name with an exclamation point because Her Very Queenly Self demands it.)
Ewan flew in from Toronto last night and then had to get up at 4:30 to catch a 6:00 flight to Dallas this morning. He was back home at 3:45, and he went to pick up a movie on his way home from the airport, and it was Stranger than Fiction.
It was obvious to me that Ewan chose a movie he knew I would like. When Stranger than Fiction first came out, from the previews, I expected it to be a corny, slapstick Will Ferrell vehicle. Then I heard Terri Gross interview Will Ferrell on Fresh Air one afternoon and I totally thought he was a great guy; I mean, I wanted to go for beers with him, so I have been taking a second look at the movies he's in. This one was sweet and complicated and silly and inconsistent and fun and I enjoyed it immensely. Hooray to Kevin Tod Haug for the intriguing, floating interface visuals.
The movie had the extra added benefit of reinforcing an idea I have for a project (and I am desperate for a project) and I really want to write the idea for my project here but I won't, because I find that the more I talk about something the less I want to do it, actually see it through.
Ewan fell asleep once in Iona's bed at 8:30 tonight while reading with her, and again on the sofa at 9:30, but I stayed up and watched the movie he chose for me. He's a nice guy. He got this one for me.
I expected this weekend to be dismal and so far it's been terrific.