I Don't Know What I'm Talking About
I remembered what I was going to write earlier.

Bob and I watched a fantastic move last night : Breakfast on Pluto. It was a teeny bit like Big Fish but not really. I don't know how to describe it but we were surprised how much we loved it. Great music. Fantastic tone. It has a lot of heart.

It was directed by Neil Jordan based on a novel by Patrick McCabe (which I didn't learn until writing this post) who wrote The Butcher Boy, a book that I read a long time ago and made a big impression on me, and became a movie which I never saw.

The lead performance is fantastic and I kept telling Bob, It's the guy from Match Point. Wow, you can't even recognize him. It doesn't even seem like the same guy. And that guy is Jonathan Rys Meyers who also played the dreamy soccer coach in Bend It Like Beckham.

I watched this incredible performance, trying to find a trace of the soccer coach or the fantastic performance in Match Point and was speechless.

This morning I put the DVD into this envelope and learned there was a good reason he was unrecognizable. Because the actor in this movie was Cillian Murphy. DOH!

Mr. Murphy is another great Irish actor, (der, they all look alike, those pretty Irish boys) who was in Batman Begins and another odd favorite 28 Days Later. When I say odd, I'm not referring to the movie which is a great piece of filmmaking. I refer to my own reaction because it's a zombie movie. Not normal movie food for me. But really a brilliant film.

My other update is the fantastic dinner we made tonight.

Bob found a great piece of salmon at the farmer's market. I had a recipe for baking that involves butter and Worcestershire sauce. I had a shallot that was rapidly aging in the fridge so I sliced it and added it to the mix. We roasted asparagus, too. And we had some strawberries that I sliced and sugared earlier this afternoon which we put over ice cream. Fantastic. The house smells incredible.