Mexico City is, like, wigging Madam Mayo out. So she's been watching Icelandic movies. Reykjavik 101; The Seagull's Laughter; and, best of them all, Noi Albinoi, which, actually, is depressing and wierd and shot in this peculiar watery monkey-vomit green tint. But the sound track is sublime, the acting superb, and the director's interview at the end inspiring. As for Icelandic fiction, Halldor Laxness's Atom Station made it onto Madam Mayo's top 10 books for the year, even though she quit reading it half way through. First person to be resumed shortly. More anon.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Noi Albinoi
Mexico City is, like, wigging Madam Mayo out. So she's been watching Icelandic movies. Reykjavik 101; The Seagull's Laughter; and, best of them all, Noi Albinoi, which, actually, is depressing and wierd and shot in this peculiar watery monkey-vomit green tint. But the sound track is sublime, the acting superb, and the director's interview at the end inspiring. As for Icelandic fiction, Halldor Laxness's Atom Station made it onto Madam Mayo's top 10 books for the year, even though she quit reading it half way through. First person to be resumed shortly. More anon.
