The Source

Got up to 81 pages yesterday, and only about halfway through (roughly) so looks like this may end up being slightly longer than novella length. We'll see.

Last night Jason and I watched The Sweetest Thing, perhaps the funniest chick flick ever. I never understood (and still don't) the appeal of Sex and the City, just a bunch of middle aged broads sitting around bitching and putting notches in their Prada belts. They aren't even free spirited,  liberated women because when you get down to it, they're just looking for a man to take care of them. I've watched several episodes, and while it's a well produced show, it escapes me that so many people would want to spend time with these women.







However, the three women at the heart of The Sweetest Thing, are likable, and in the case of Selma Blair, absolutely adorable. They're sweet, they're funny, and they don't sit around bitching all the time. These characters I could see women, and men, wanting to hang out with. So, instead of wasting your money to stand in line to catch Sex and the City 2, rent The Sweetest Thing.











We also watched The Source. As a documentary, it's not very good. Doesn't really go that much into Kerouac, Burroughs, and Ginsberg, who were the three major writers of the Beat movement. The three of them are the subject of the film, as they are the source of the literary movement, so in that aspect, the film fails. However, it is a very interesting, well made overview documentary of the movement itself.