changes

So here it is. Change. I knew it was a good thing coming back home. More things happened here in two weeks than they have in nine months in New York.
I am working on a foreign film, for foreigners and starring a big name. Well, it used to be big during my puberty when all the action movies were in fashion. Never thought I'd be doing this, particularly since I haven't watched many of his movies. Actually there was one film they kept on broadcasting on Rai Uno ten years ago. The one with a little red haired girl being kidnapped by someone. And he gets it on with her mother, who's his bother's widow or his best friend's widow. Or maybe she was just a single mother.

Talking about saucier stuff, cause he's expired if you ask me, I saw Star Wars: the revenge of the Sith. So, Hayden turns into Darth Vader, our favourite, bronchitic villain ever to chop heads with a strong flashlight. Although the fanboys claim he cannot act his way out of a bag, I can definitely say he can act his way to my pelvis. I had a few flashes of heat while he was being bad bad bad. But now we can all understand why he was soooo bad bad bad. He had half of his limbs chopped by his friend, he had burned badly and he had killed his wife somewhere on the path to saving her from death. Ain't that upsetting? I would just probably be depressed and would eat ice cream all the time. I figure you can't eat solid food through that mask. Which reminds me of a boy who was in my screenwriting class at college and who fell off his bike on his face and had to wear a wax support in his mouth and drink his liquid meals through a straw he had stuck in a hole in the wax thingy. Scary.
Which reminds me, my friends and I used to have a "favourite" we called Darth Vader. She dressed in black coats, and did all sorts of villainy things. Where is thi spost going ? I have no clue. Like often. After 12 hours at the office who has a clue? Maybe Angela Lansbury? Or Alicia Silverstone. Nah, nevermind.