baby, what's in that satchel?

first of all, happy birthday to muh baby sistuh lingling!

next up, winky and i went to a filmfest movie called the last man (le dernier homme). the movie synopsis says:

"Beirut is a city scarred by repeated wars. Now, its citizens awake each morning to a new, even more insidious horror ­ a serial killer whose victims are found emptied of their blood. Khalil, a 40-year-old doctor, is not­only aware of this, but finds disturbing links that bind him to the predator and to the victims. Ghassan Salhab's third feature film is an aptly timed metaphor for the internal wounds of a country still healing from the Israeli-Lebanon conflict last year, known in Lebanon as the July War. Starring Carlos Chahine and Zeina Layoun."

in real-people speak, what this translates to is:
"you will spend 5 minutes watching a lady in black dance like a marionette to imaginary music. sometimes she will clap her hands. then it will cut to some underwater scenes. then you will spend the next 97 minutes watching the camera focusing on various people and places. mostly the doctor's chiselled features or what he sees out the windscreen of his car. sometimes people will talk, sometimes there will be ambient noise, but mostly it's silence. you will spend these moments wondering when the climax of the movie is, and hoping it will get better. then it will end."

winky says: next time we'll just watch paint dry
lynnie loo says: that was draining*

* vampire-ish theme / draining geddit? harhar. *ba dum psh*