Actually, I lie. I'm not going to tell you about blue monkeys. I'm not going to tell you about the master class either, mostly because I'm afraid someone I met there might stumble across this post and read it and tell the great master, and I will be banished forthwith from his sight in shame and degradation. Musicians do that, you know - google each other in secret to see who is doing what and accomplished such-and-sundry. Or maybe that's just me.
Suffice it to say, the past week managed to make me reeeeeeally tired of playing music.
And watched this:
Look at the Cardinal Richelieu's expression in this next one. Look at it really closely. That was pretty much my expression through the whole thing.
Ahahaha. I make me laugh sometimes.
But the movie was definitely lacking class. I think they were trying to go for a sort of Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy/comedy/adventure vibe, but it didn't work for me. Weak plotting, weak directing, lots of Milla Jovovich speaking in husky bubblegum-American. Also, I didn't like the music. A good soundtrack covereth a multitude of sins, proof being The Village and Atonement and a bunch of other movies that I adoaah. This one had some sort of anachronistic James Bond-ish score, complete with drum pads and icky snyth. Didn't like.
The costumes were nice, though. And the ships flew. They fleeeew!