Spill it out on the ragged floor

I sometimes feel that I project myself onto others too much. Like I'm slowly gathering a group of people to reflect my own personality. Collecting familiar traits. I can pick and choose and avoid the parts of me I hate. Mostly. I thought this a lot more eloquently than I'm writing it.

I'm watching another french thriller. This time about a page turner plotting revenge against a pianist who dashed her hopes of brilliant piano playing as a child. At least that's what the information button tells me. So far it's been a lot of weird looks from the girl who played the mother in L'Enfant (and who is rather good) and I think she's trying to injure the pianist's son subtley through difficult piano playing and she just kissed the pianist and made things awkward. The pianist is a woman. I think I just missed some sort of lesbian connection just now by typing. I'm really only watching because the pianist looks like an older version of an old friend of mine. Seriously I think the French can make a thriller from anything. I've watched lemmings, children and piano players. Interesting mix. I'm just not sure where the revenge is coming in. Unless it's I will destroy you by loving you! Maybe I should pay more attention.

Oh holy crap awesome bit!

This cello player put the moves on revenge girl. He handed her his cello and then just launched some sort of awkward boobattack from behind. Her face didn't change but her hand moved up the neck of the cello and I was like no that's terrible phallic imagery, terrible! But then she slammed the spike on the bottom of the cello onto his foot and he is in hospital. The music implies that more revenge is to come. I think she's now trying to drown the son. And I think I just saw her breasts. This is why you should close the curtains in changing rooms properly. She's like some sort of evil lesbian, I love it.