We (or I, mostly) just watched Chocolat, which did not actually feature Johnny Depp dipped in chocolate, even though that's how I've been referring to the movie since it appeared in the mailbox a few days ago. It did have Alfred Molina sort of smeared with chocolate, which is not the same thing at all.
Not that this is turning into an all chocolate, all the time blog or anything . But I'm kind of regretting not stocking up yesterday when we were at the candy store.
Anyway, I put the movie on our Netflix queue because of the soundtrack. One of the people on our local public radio station loves the soundtrack and plays it fairly regularly. I've grown to like it too, but I've never bothered to buy it since I end up hearing probably more often than I'd play it if I had the CD.
Seeing a movie after one has become really familiar with the music is strange. The images which developed in my head over all the times I heard the music did not appear on screen. How weird is that?
187 words | January 16, 2006 11:35 PM | Because I said