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08/01/2004: "Twin recovery"
Just as I was about to label this day as entirely rotten, I had the great pleasure of dining with my good friend Mr. Mullah and his funny twin brotherl last night. It is entirely fitting that both of them came, since only thus was it possible to counterbalance my twin disappointements.
Mr. Mullah was equally offended by the absence of theatres showing The Last Samurai in original version, so we decided not to be passive victims of St. Gallen's terrible backwardness in things cinema (one of many backwards aspects of this rather isolated town in the Swiss Far East) and drive to Zürich to see it sometime next week. Putting up with such effort to see a Hollywood film isn't symptomatic of a kind of desperation (since I'm sure the film isn't that good anyway). Far more elevated a purpose, it is a deep sense of civility that is motivating us: a film, if seen at all, must been seen in decent conditions. Already Hollywood films not offering much substance, if you spoil the sound and rely only on the pictures, the resulting experience is bitterly drab.
Thus our effort - which reminds me of the story of the stranded British gentleman, waiting for an unlikely rescue on his lost island, putting on a tattered suit once a week for the tea ritual, lest he should forget his humanity.
