Zhang Ziyi, Gong Li, Faye Wong, Carina Lau, Maggie Cheung, and Tony Leung. My heart is beating so fast. The new Wong Kar-Wai film opens today, like the ice-cream truck has finally returned to town.
Last night I saw Happy Endings with D. Earlier we bumped into Nanocub, whose partner just passed away, at StarBears, and asked him to join us. Scott seems to be doing real well with coping and getting the support that he needs, while I was ready to fall apart at any moment. (I’m a projectile empath.) D was an excellent Momma Bear, cradling Nano like a little cub in his vast comforting D-ness. We ate dinner at 2223 afterward. I had the tomato tower, a signature dish that appears seasonally on their menu, but was disappointed that all the pyrotechnics served to mask the true stars, the heirloom tomatoes, hidden under layers of cheeses, grilled eggplant, peppers, crostini, etc… Drizzle a tiny bit of olive oil on a good tomato, a little salt and pepper, and I’m a happy bunny. Oh the movie–in D’s words, “It was good.” Actually it was remarkably similar to The Opposite of Sex, the director’s previous film, with the same sexually voracious ingenue and troubled relation to homosexuality and relationships in general, but somehow maybe more mature in its depiction of less-charicatured characters. Lisa Kudrow’s range as an actress is amazing, and Maggie Gyllenhaal was a treat to watch. Oh my god, and Laura Dern! She should be in every movie. Does Tom Arnold pluck his eyebrows?