The T-Files


Sun, 04 Jun 2006

Broken Flowers

A Jim Jarmusch road movie. Don Johnston is what Cissy calls downstream people: He has no aim in life and spends the whole day doing nothing, which in his case means sitting on his couch with a melancholic stare (and that makes Bill Murray ideal for the part). He can afford to do this because he has apparently made a fortune with some kind of computer company in the past. When his girl-friend (Julie Delpy) cannot stand the lethargy anymore and leaves him, and he receives an anonymous letter from an old flame telling him that he has a nineteen-year-old son, his only response is more couch-sitting. Fortunately for the movie, his neighbour Winston (who has three jobs and five children) is intrigued by the mysterious letter, tracks down the five potential mothers , and urges Johnston to go and visit them. One of them died a few years back, the others are a professional closet coordinator (Sharon Stone) with aptly named daughter Lolita, a real estate agent (Frances Conroy) who wanted to be in the bottled-water business, an animal communicator (Jessica Lange), and an angry biker (Tilda Swinton).

6 points

PS: I added an IMDb button to the blog's banner bar. It links to a searchable list of all my movie votes.

Weekend Warrior

Today was the first time since changing jobs that I showed up for work on the weekend. Sure, as a computer guy, I am constantly thinking about my tasks (or at least interesting activities that are somehow related to my actual tasks), and spend time researching and experimenting approaches to tackle them, but that can arguably be considered a hobbiest pursuit, especially as it never involved access to company resources. I have avoided including my home computer into our office virtual LAN, and not requested a key to gain building access after hours. But this time there was no way around it.

I was pleasantly surprised, and take it as a good sign for the company, to find much less people in office on a Saturday than I had expected. In fact, when I arrived at 10, no one was there at all, and I could not even get in until 10:30. I stayed until five o'clock (two hours more than I had planned for, so that I had to skip the sports club that I had promised Cissy to visit in order not to miss the movie) and saw only five coworkers during the whole day.