I spent the day hanging around the house, in part waiting for a UPS delivery that didn’t show up until almost 8 p.m. And then, when it did show up, I had to do some quick work to keep it hidden, so as not to spoil a Christmas surprise.
But that’s okay, I had the day off, and it’s unlikely I would have done a whole lot more with it if I wasn’t expecting the delivery. I spent the doing a little reading, refilling the bird feeders in the yard, and watching Exit Through the Gift Shop, a fascinating documentary…or art project…or hoax. I think I agree with Roger Ebert on the question of the film’s authenticity: if it’s a hoax, it’s a ridiculously elaborate one, even by Banksy‘s standards, and to what end?
Last night, I watched a very different movie, the Canadian horror film Pontypool. As I wrote on Twitter directly afterward, the movie takes a weird and very unexpected turn maybe midway through, but I liked it a whole lot. It’s quite creepy and perfectly claustrophobic. I’m looking forward to listening to the radio drama, which was apparently commissioned at the same time, and maybe the original novel. (Though I’m seeing some suggestion the book is the second in a loose trilogy.) The movie was equal parts terrifying, thought-provoking, and strange — all things Canadian to a T.
But I kid!