Sorry for the consecutive text posts.
So the cocktail is winding down. Ok ok I will admit I hated shelling out for this thing because, hmm, so not productive. It’s not my money but hey, I had plans for it at country activity level.
Anyhow, after 3 white wines I am ready to leave for the room, bathtube time and then sleep.
As a reward to myself for putting up with people at this workshop being cowards and lazyfucks, I bought an entrance for The Nutcracker Ballet.
Part of the Russian Ballet is here in Costa Rica this week so I am going tomorrow night :DDD
He has this gift for micro-expressions where little things happen over the ripple across the surface of his face. So in the scene in the pilot when Hannibal is with his patient Franklin, who he later kills, it was fun to see David directing Mads and saying ‘I need to see a bit of a smile.’ And he was like, ‘I was smiling.’ And David would say ‘I can see it, but the camera can’t see it.’ [x]
♔ You know what your problem is, boy? You’ve read too many books and then…You believed them. (x)
In my imaginary world where I have time and patience and coherency, I write all the stories about Captain Rochefort. ‘Cause I just KNOW there’s so many interesting things about him that the silly film didn’t even think about hinting at.
So of course I imagine them.