But I will remain...

Well, that was a rather good Saturday. patchworkgirl_ and wig_maker descended on the 'Pool for the birthday of the latter. I showed them the wonderful, amazing delights of the city, which I'll upload later from my spiffy new digital camera. We did some extremely pretentious and arty stuff, most notably a video installation of children pretending to be famous artists that was borderline porn at one point. No, really.

Anyway, I'm here today to talk about Walk The Line, which we finally got around to seeing. Wow, but Joaquin Phoenix was amazing, and not just in that usual hot way of his. He had the look, the voice, the darkness down so well. I think he really got to the essence of Johnny Cash, though I had a lump in my throat when, as Johnny, he talked about the death of his brother. Phoenix looked so fragile and so bitter in that moment that it invariably reminded us of the loss of his own brother, and how that scene must have affected him.

Reese Witherspoon, of whom I've never really been a fan, was really good. Though my British heart felt insulted that she won a BAFTA over British actors and didn't even turn up to the ceremony, I will happily say she deserved to win. It was the most satisfying, well-realised film I have had the pleasure to watch in a long time. I really hope this film receives recognition at the Oscars. *Plays Ring of Fire for the fifth time today*