Movies movies movies. What would I do without them? Lead a very much less interesting life, I fear.

Last night: Gladiator. Second time. Still epic. Still excellent. Much has been said about Russell Crowe (and why not, the man's fantastic - and an Aussie) but I think Joaquin Phoenix deserves more praise from that movie. Even more so this time his acting and character captivated me far more than the blood-spattered hero of the piece. But overall, I adored the themes explored in this movie. The idea of Rome as the mob (so true). The insane authority figure (alas, also so true). (PS: I also continually admire Crowe's integrity in not having a sex scene.)

Tonight: An Ideal Husband. Also second time. Soooo delightful. Rupert Everett is exceptionally swoon-worthy. Not so much in his devastating dark looks (pause for author to faint) but in his urbane wit and smooth delivery. He is perfectly charming. But enough about him. Every performance weaves together seamlessly to create a smooth trifle of perfection. But honestly, what else should we expect from Wilde? I can't see this movie without thinking of Drew: "To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." Right, my dear? ;-)