it's too darn hot . . .

Yesterday's heat topped 105º. We sat in the pool until 10 o'clock, trying to cool off. By the way, the new bed was just what the doctor ordered. The back is still sore, but not as bad. Temperature gauge says 108º today. What can a person possibly do in that kind of heat? It's too hot to be outdoors, even in the swimming pool. How about staying indoors with the blinds down, watching movies? Here's what I saw this afternoon.

"Interview" with Steve Buscemi and Sienna Miller. Two not-very-likable characters wreaking havoc on each other in a nifty loft in Manhattan. He's a journalist sent to interview her, a soap-opera actress. Things get a bit out of hand, secrets are told, lies are told. It's messy. I think this film has pretensions to "depth" and "meaning". No depth. Or too deep. Boring.

Now I am settling in to watch "Wings of the Dove" a Merchant/Ivory-like hot fudge sundae based on the novel by Henry James. It is set in Venice in the early 20th century. I have seen it already, but it's so hot here I thought a good dose of the Grand Canal, especially in winter, might cool things off. The sublime Helena Bonham Carter graces this film.