Writing for The Miami News, Jon Marlowe stated, "Connelly is simply the wrong person for the right job. She has a squeaky voice that begins to grate on you; when she cries, you can see the onions in her eyes."
I am watching, "Labyrinth," a 1986 box office flop, which is now a cult classic. I can see both good and bad reviews being correct.
Oddly, I have 3 other movies starring Jennifer Connelly - Noah; Beautiful Mind, and, Just Not That Into You. (I always confuse her w/ two other actresses). She's still alive. Jim Henson died a few years after the film flopped. Then Bowie died, and then, recently, Terry Jones. Life is a labyrinth. So is the brain.
My INBOX is stuck - it doesn't tell me about new comments.
Crazy man downstairs is absolutely quiet today. I know the psycho-judo I confronted him with yesterday, after he yelled and swore at me from the safety of his porch, really worked on him. However, I know he's going to bubble up again, and start complaining about ME to the LL's - of course about shovelling, but also because I was up on his porch and wouln't leave when he commanded me to. He is going to do this because he is absolutist in his oppositional fixation/personality, but also because he knows I am contacting the LL's myself. Anyway, it was necessary for me to step up on his porch, talking whilst he yelled, as I perfectly diffused the situation thus. Sometimes, you just have to be a man, because this is a ridiculous world.
My dog is sleeping a lot. Overcast skies, sleepy day, recovering from the stress of yesterday. As cool and calm as I was yesterday, my system is so sensitive, due to CFS, that I have incurred some physical harm from it, today.
Walked to library yesterday, to print out letters, etc. Also did laundry downtown. This exertion, combined w/ the long trek on Friday, and yesterday's event - not good.