My parents spent the day at my father’s junior high school reunion. I’m not sure how many years it’s been since they’ve all seen one another, but this was apparently a pretty big deal, and they managed to track everyone down. There was even a writer from The New Yorker there, and it will be interesting to see if a write-up actually makes it in the magazine.
I spent the day mostly dog-sitting. I did sneak out this afternoon to go see Cave of Forgotten Dreams, which is probably the first 3-D documentary I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure the movie is quite as deep and philosophical as its director and narrator Werner Herzog seems to think, though it is at times spectacular, and the cave paintings themselves are beautiful. The 3-D really does make you feel like you’re there, and one of the few times when I’ve thought a movie would be worse without the technology.
Later this evening, after dinner, I watched Drag Me to Hell, quite a different movie altogether. The movie is basically just “Every Trick Sam Raimi’s Been Thinking of Since Army of Darkness,” and I kept expecting Bruce Campbell to pop up at any moment. There was definitely an unashamedly ridiculous, old-school, Evil Deady feel to the movie.
And that, plus some reading and some Doctor Who — not the newest episode, but the first few parts of Planet of Evil, more old-school stuff — that was my Saturday.
