...oh, I've been around.
Working and playing and staying away from the blog.
This weekend, we went to Ft. Lauderdale to see the Museum of Art's King Tut exhibit, which was very interesting but somewhat underwhelming. I don't know exactly what I was expecting -- no, scotch that, I was expecting mummy cases standing in the corners and monumental staturary, stacked cases crammed with dusty papyrus, disarticulated finger bones rattling around in drawers, British archeologists in pith helmets wandering around absent mindedly, menaced by fez-topped fellows armed with khopesh.
It wasn't that. But, as I say, very interesting.
And, afterward, we wandered around A1A and visited multiple bars. A very enjoyable weekend.
Last week we joined Netflix, and you can imagine with what excitement we awaited our first movies. They arrived two days later, and really, it's kind of like Christmas except it's really not anything like Christmas, if you take my meaning.
What I like about Netflix is that you can choose movies leasurely, with a laxidasical attitude with regard to quality. If I were standing in Blockbuster, with two movies in hand, I would try to discern which of the two were better (or, as in most cases, which sucked less).
With Netflix, that aspect is removed. They all pretty much suck, and since you're getting them all you may as well throw it into the pile and not sweat it.
So, last night we popped in Bewitched, about which we had few expectations and which met them adequately. It is directed by Nora Ephron, who made her fame directing Meg Ryan in exactly these sorts of cutesy, naive roles. Unfortunately, Meg Ryan is no longer Meg Ryan so they got Nicole Kidman to play the Samantha role since her plastic surgury has turned out better, but apparently Nora Ephron told her to emulate Meg Ryan instead of Elizabeth Montgomery, which she does with the skill one would expect from an Oscar winning actress. However, I never really believed that she was a witch; I guess that part of the character wasn't stressed. Apparently, "Be Meg Ryan" was the direction, and Meg Ryan she was.
Will Ferrell is somewhat amusing, but since this wasn't Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy he was mostly just a guy who contrasted with Nicole Kidman's sweet goofiness.
This was obviously a movie cooked up in a producer's office, not in a writer's mind, because there are lots of little cameo parts for "hot" actors.
If you have Netflix, move this one down your queue.