Checking in.

Hello.
Side-tracked with the usual nonsense... like qutting my job (yes, finally) and finding another.
In the meantime, go appreciate Michael Powell. It's nice when retrospective pieces on esteemed figures aren't totally fawning and can concede some faults. (Best: "[Tales of Hoffman] is gorgeous to look at, pleasant to listen to and murder to sit through.")

Oh and I've been meaning to write something about Look at Me (I might still, but who knows when). In lieu of a lengthy write up, let me just say: if it's playing anywhere near you, go see it, you'll be glad you did.