Moving On

I spent Saturday afternoon helping Brian and Colin move house into their new place which is only a couple of streets down from where Lou and I live. It's defended by a steel door at the front requiring a password to enter which leads on to a courtyard of which their flat overlooks.
The living room is very spacious and adjoins their kitchen which has the envious applicance of a dishwasher. How many arguments a year would be quashed by this mighty kitchen saviour?

Luckily it only took a couple of runs using Lou and Jill's car and the whole deed was accomplished within 2 hours leaving the afternoon open for us to get some shopping done of which we decided to go to the Abbeycentre because they have a shop that sells frames and our living room is in desperate need of wall adornments. Several hours later and Salvador Dali's 'The Metamorphisis of Narcissus' was up on the wall. However, it cuts out the D and S either side so some careful scissor work may have to be applied to add aesthetic quality.

That evening, Keith and Colin hung out and we watched the very bizarre and less than satisfying film, Stay. It stars Ewan McGregor and Naomi Watts in a drama thriller concerning a young boy that McGregor is trying to save from committing suicide. However, the boy seems to hold certain powers that are slowly revealed throughout the film leading to the final scene where the truth is told. Although the direction is excellent and scenes are beautifully blended together, the plot is very obscure and I for one found it difficult to comprehend what was going on. I was hoping that the final scene would explain everything but I was still as confused about it as I was before. Having looked up an explanation for that "Oh, I see" relief, I feel that it could be explained better to the audience who have sat through 2 hours of convoluted plot only to to be given a cryptic explanation instead of the hard hitting truth.

I would give this film 2 imaginary worlds out of 5.

Sunday was spent in 3rd gear, cruising through the morning into the afternoon before taking a run to Belvoir Forest Park for a long walk. It was a very autumnal afternoon: cold, crisp, blue sky, leaves on the path, children wrapped up in scarves, couples walking their dogs. I haven't been there in years and I had forgotten how big the place was, especially along the river which seemed very placid, almost like it was getting ready to hibernate along with the fast fading memories of warmer summer days.