We took the ring bus line home. I love the Tretyakov Gallery posters on Moscow bus stops -- prompted by a Jacob Jordaens painting of Cleopatra dropping one of her pearl earrings into her drink, EB and I had a really long conversation about (1) what acid is and (2) what happens when queens play truth or dare. And I love that, on the bilingual neighborhood maps hung at some stops, each cul-de-sac is labeled a "blind alley."
Friday, August 7, 2009
Tonight we saw Public Enemies. On the way, we bought a bag of pickles from a babushka with a bucket outside a railway station. We drank whiskey at the bar before the film (as the sushi bar in the theater lobby was closed). The movie was bleak and beautiful, placed in both Chicago and the surrounding countryside (Indiana prairie, Wisconsin backwoods). Why do gangsters, those urban creatures, become even scarier when they're removed to a rural setting? Marianne Cotillard was wonderful as a French-Indian coat-check girl (seduced by her outlaw with -- what else? -- a pelt).
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