Nuit Blanche, odd hours, lots of movies
This year's Nuit Blanche was marred by large crowds and mundane exhibits. Is it my old man syndrome speaking thus? It's how I feel and I am certain that there are some who feel the same as I do. Certainly the size of the throngs cannot be disputed; I believe this year attracted the largest numbers yet. It wasn't all bad, I guess, but my dislike of line-ups was taken to its limit Saturday night. Sunday I stayed in, having gone to bed near 6 AM and getting up around 4 PM, groggy with a broken Circadian rhythm. I watched the first season of Party Down , an excellent new comedy. The next following I woke up feeling awful and was plagued with a malaise I had not felt in ages: a decidedly colitis -like sensation, only without the sharp abdominal pain. I plan to retire by 11 so that my body can get some extra rest. I guess I've watched a few other films since I last wrote, including: Wet Hot American Summer (2001). It has quite the who's-who cast in comedy , ...