Thursday, January 17, 2008
Fever and Faustus: Ich bin krank
It truly is a ying and yang universe. Tuesday night--perfect night out. Weds and Thurs. nasty viral entity comes to call: fever, aches and all of that.
Futon time with a movie on the nod. I somehow found a film that is pretty much one big cheesy lap-dissolve fever dream. Richard Burton's vanity production of Christopher Marlowe's Dr. Faustus. In early scenes he is wearing these Harry Potter glasses and lots of his monologue is given to skulls and the likes of flesh with maggots. This probably wasn't the best choice of vid for a sick day.
Still, I have a soft place in my heart for the histrionics of Burton, O'Toole, and Richard Harris. I guess it is a late boomer thing, in fifth-eighth grade or so, their hijinks and UK high-toniness seemed exotic and erudite. And I will always take MacArthur Park over American Pie or even Hey Jude as my favorite long running 45 single.
posted by well-executed buffet at 11:55 PM
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