Starspotting and my “day off”

This morning I only got up around 10. I couldn’t be bothered to see another French movie, especially not François Ozon. And I also simply couldn’t.

The discussion today was way better then expected, especially after Hagen pissed off the guy from Variety and started some controversy. After that, on my way home, I bumped into Willem Dafoe. He is tiny and not that beautiful.  I was intrigued to be standing next to the guy who had sex with Charlotte Gainsbourg in  front of millions of people. But then again, I’ve been told that the close ups were done by pornographic actors, not by Dafoe and Gainsbourg. Lars Von Trier, why did you do Antichrist?

In the afternoon we went to see Little Voices. I slept through it. Enough said?

After a mini flat party, we decided to go see Post Mortem. It was a really good movie, but it didn’t capture me or anything. More exciting was the fact that I was sitting two rows behind Quentin Tarantino.