Was out sick Thursday afternoon and all day Friday. Kath returned home from her work trip Friday night; there was much rejoicing.
Saturday was sensory overload. We saw an excellent matinee performance of "Speed-The-Plow" on Broadway, with Jeremy Piven, Raul Esparza and Elisabeth Moss. We saw the same play in London, but with Jeff Goldblum and Kevin Spacey, and I gotta say - this production was better. Even though it was a matinee, and even though the cast basically told everyone after their curtain calls that they were all incredibly hungover. (I believe Raul Esparza said something about "Beer Pong".)
And THEN we saw "Quantum of Solace" immediately afterwards. As a huge fan of "Casino Royale", I found this one a bit more convoluted and the action scenes, while extraordinary, were filmed very much like the Bourne movies (i.e., impossible to see what the hell is going on). One can argue about Connery v. Moore v. Craig forever, but I think it goes without saying that Craig is very much the right Bond for these times. I just hope the next Bond movies get somewhat better scripts. There were rumors many years ago that Tarantino was DYING to make a Bond film; I would very much like to see what a Craig/Tarantino collaboration would look like.
And THEN, when we got home, we watched "Baraka" on Blu-Ray. If you have a Blu-Ray player and an HDTV, there's pretty much no excuse not to own this movie; it's staggering to behold. (When are they remastering "Koyaanisqatsi"?)
Sunday, by contrast, was a much-needed day of nothing; Kath got caught up on all the DVR'd stuff she'd missed, and then we watched the New York football Giants beat the crap out of Baltimore, and all was right with the world.