I finished "The Case of the Horrified Heirs", an Erle Stanley Gardner mystery about Perry Mason. I think that Raymond Burr's portrayal of Perry Mason made me want to become a lawyer more than anything other than the process of elimination. This is so even though since a very young age I discerned that Mr. Mason always breaks ethical rules I think he should not break. I had not read a Perry Mason in years--perhaps the only mystery more quickly consumed than an Agatha Christie.
We took the nephew to see the Steve Martin Pink Panther remake yesterday. It was surprisingly good--what a courageous thing to take a remake on a nearly perfectly played role, and yet make it fun. The remake is not great cinema, but instead a charming Sunday afternoon popcorn movie. I think that we need more popcorn movies in this world. I did not have popcorn, though.
We watched a DVD last night of a German film about a man named Schutze, a polka accordionist, who hears a zydeco tune on the radio and is forever changed. I was the same way with Music for Airports, Buster & Glen/Duck Stab, Live! In the Air Age!, Daylight Slowly, Unknown Pleasures,, and Kimono My House.
If I could play the accordion, I'd play "Love will tear us Apart". I can play "She's Lost Control" on my can-jo. Schutze is a very good film--I love little films that do little things in quirky little ways.
I am in need of a new kaleidoscope.