I spent time reading The Art of Happiness, other people's blogs, films reviews about the London Film Festival and I am finishing the Da Vinci Code; I worked on my blog; had a nice chat with my Parissienne friend and texted some more friends; I did *Spring cleaning*; underwent a couple of beauty rituals; ; and finally made the change of wardrobe for the winter--it was definitely time to dig up the warmest coat from the back of my cupboard. I even studied a bit of Spanish, although I have still to write a composition which I am going to do after publishing this post and while Mr. Lofty is intent preparing dinner. I also watched two films: When Henry Met Sally, again after many many years, and at last, but not least, the Big Sleep *open credits to closing credits* after two previous failed attempts (I fell asleep the first time and I was too distracted the second time).
This is the first film I watch with critical and aware eye starring Lauren Bacall and the second film with Humphrey Bogard (the first being the Maltese Falcon). I mean, I have seen LB & HB many times on the screen but I can't recall one film, except vaguely the comedy How to Marry a Millionaire--and, as all the pre-2002 films I watched, I did it in Italian, which is another story. I enjoyed this film: I found Bogard’s performance wicked in his own style and Bacall stunning. I was just happy of being transposed for two hours into a ‘40s detective story and following Bogart through this complex net of complots. LovelySalome wrote an acute review about it, to which I draw your attention for a more complete picture, since she has been following the couple for a while. I share her *taste* about The Big Sleep: there was no romance there (Bogart flirted more with the other beauties he occasionally bumped into than with HER), and this was a shame. The two characters seemed to be both endowed with a fierce and conceited personality which prevented any sugary love story.