On my Air Canada flights traveling to
Irvine this week I used the
in-flight entertainment system. I was on my usual self-improvement/forcibly francophone kick, so on the way down I picked
Le prix à payer, a bedroom farce:
amusant, mais pas profond. But on the way back I had a very pleasant surprise. I have greatly enjoyed the films of
Denys Arcand –
Jésus de Montréal, Le Déclin de l'empire américain, Les invasions barbares – and I picked
L'âge des ténèbres, having no idea what I was in for: then Rufus Wainwright strolled onscreen singing in full Turkish drag, heralding the dark ages that come after the decline and fall of empire. A most enjoyable film (although RW only bookended the production). It was released last year and somehow I missed it
completely.
Tonight we went to see
Brad Fraser's
Poor Super Man performed at the Waterfront on Granville Island. It was a good production; I somehow missed the comic-book staging; to me it felt very
television instead, and very
Speed the Plow. Somehow I had also missed Denys Arcand's film adaptation
Leaving Metropolis as well. Have I been living under a rock? I know I missed
Love and Human Remains (I always
meant to see it) but come on!
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