Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that

The coffee burns my lip as I gulp it down too fast and hope it reaches my frozen nose. It wasn't as cold today at Parkhead but sitting so high up as we do there's a chill that permeates my bones.

The sun burned orange low in the sky giving the grey skyline a post-apocalyptic glow. I watched a man nearly die today. The crowd roared as the teams came out for the second half but my dad and I stayed silent. Just didn't seem right to cheer when we could see the paramedic start compressions. They must have stabilised him in the ambulance because 10 minutes or so after they shut the doors, it sped off, blue lights flashing. I wanted him to live, selfishly I wished he would live. This morning I had already read a tribute to Heath Ledger in Total Film and Melissa Auf Der Maur's blog where she'd posted about having to put her cat down. It was a bit of a glum start to the day. But he lived and we won and we were home soon enough to coffee that still hasn't reached my nose. Stupid biology fails me again.

I watched A Bout de Souffle last night. I've been meaning to educate myself on New Wave since I had to watch Hiroshima Mon Amour for French last year. It's that dreamy, jumpy beauty that just works even though I'm always left a little baffled until my mind adjusts. And having to block out my brain attempting to translate and compare the French to the subtitles is always a struggle. I actually bought A Bout de Souffle on a whim. I was trying to buy Bande à Part but it is impossible to find and last time I gave up on trying to buy it I bought the Dreamers since they referenced it. It missed the cool that's so appealing in old French cinema and ended up pretentious instead. I was buoyed with hope as I passed Fopp on Thursday and the window proudly proclaimed that all French films were cheap. And lo! it actually had a space for the film. But that's all. I scanned the shelves in vain and even though I was on my way out the door I found myself at the till listening to the happy guy raving about my choice. I'm a compulsive shopper. But he was right, it is fantastic. Jean-Paul Belmondo pretends to be Humphrey Bogart and Jean Seberg's New Yorker French is adorable and I understood her! I always like understanding foreign films. Makes me feel cultured. And the soundtrack! All jazzy and gorgeous. It was damn near perfect.


On the subject of films, there was an interview with Rian Johnson about his new film that I've been excited about even before I got round to watching Brick (because I'm slightly in love with Rachel Weisz) so I thought hey, maybe the website has something other than we've finished filming, yay. And yes, indeed he had updated. Go here to see and if you do be sure to highlight everything for a message that made me smile. Other exciting film things: (apart from the Indy 4 trailer, omg everyone's so old, it's such a bad idea, I'm still gonna see it) Park Chan-Wook, vengeance man, has a new film coming out about "an affair between a woman who thinks she's a cyborg and a kleptomaniac". Fuck yeah. Also the Film Festival started on Thursday. Go see a film you guys!