The Gay Divorcee. Mark Sandrich. 1934.

Man, watching Astaire dance is a treat, but watching Edward Everett Horton act is, too. He’s just so perfect at what he does.

This is a fun movie with basely a plot. The actors do their bits wonderfully and there’s singing and dancing and laughter. And some of Cole Porter’s most gorgeous songs.

I can’t really fault this, but it seems to move oddly slowly for a mid-30s comedy. But the only thing I don’t love about this movie is the slightly creepy sequence where Astaire is chasing Ginger Rogers. But it’s not… that… creepy… OK, it is, but whatevs.

Let’s dance and sing and be happy.

The Man Who Knew Too Little. Jon Amiel. 1997.

I am super-drunk and I’ve been awake for at least eighteen hours, so don’t listen to anything I’m typing.

But I’m really entertained by this movie. I mean, it’s Bill Murray doing Bill Murray stuff! He’s Bill Murray!

It’s so silly! I didn’t know these kinds of movies in the 90s! It’s so 80s! In my severely reduced state, I found this to be a really entertaining movie.

I think for what it is, it’s quite good. But I can see that non-drunk people would find this a bit on the non-exciting side, especially in the last third.

4 Aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle. Éric Rohmer. 1987.

As always with Rohmer, I love each individual scene, but as is sometimes the case, I don’t quite know how I feel about the movie as a whole.

But the scenes are really interesting. I particularly like the conversation about morality and stuff (OK, I’m really drunk). But the one playing the part of the country girl doesn’t seem that convincing.

But I love watching this! Even if it might be too complimacated for my brainz at the moment.

Everything is beautiful.