Awful
weather today, but we had a pleasant enough day, topped off with a viewing of
“2001: A Space Odyssey” which is even barmier, battier and more brilliant than
I remembered. Philippa said she felt ‘a bit lost’ but that’s nothing new. I
advised her to treat the whole movie like a music video designed for a
classical album, which had been put together by genius students who had taken a
lot of drugs. She said she wished we had just watched ‘Dirty Dancing’ again
instead and I called her an unenlightened heathen.
I
love her, and she has her good points (great body; disarming giggle; brilliant
mother) but sometimes her lack of appreciation for the cinematic greats leaves
me reeling. I have tried to fuel her passion, I swear I have, but she’d still
be happier watching some poorly-written rom-com trash-filth than she would be
watching a David Lean film. It’s just not right. But what can I do about it? If
you think ‘Pretty Woman’ is better than ‘Citizen Kane’ then you’re far beyond
the scope of what help I can give you, so I have to accept it and give up. Even
if you’re my wife.
At
least she reads proper books, instead of shitty magazines or ‘Fifty Shades’
novels, like some women in my life I could poke a finger at. Looking over to
her bedside table as I type, I see that her latest novel-of-choice is a dark
emotional thriller set in a 19th-Century Dutch brothel, so she’s not
all bad.
RC 4-5-19
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