Today was just kind of a day, you know. I was woken up, fairly early, by a barking dog in the hall outside my room. He acted like he needed to go outside, so I pulled on some pants and a coat and that’s where we went. But of course he didn’t have to go, and had just been out, not too long before, with my father. We came back inside, and I went back to sleep.
This evening, I watched (and did not much enjoy) Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I understand it has the author’s name on it for legal reasons, mostly, and it’s not the (many) differences between Stoker’s novel and Coppola’s movie that bother me. The book holds up rather well, but it’s not always exactly what I’d call cinematic. But the changes that Coppola introduces are not very good, and with the possible exception of Gary Oldman, the movie is a master class in terrible acting. Even Oldman doesn’t give a performance so much as a parade of constantly changing makeups. (It changes almost as often as Keanu Reeves’ accent.) It’s mostly the bad acting that undoes the film; without that, it would still be bad, ridiculously over the top, but in a much more enjoyable way. As it was, the film was considerably worse than I’d been led to expect.
And that was Saturday. Beyond that, some Portal 2 (when it isn’t crashing), some writing (when I’m not), and a walk, that’s about it.