I saw "Chicago" tonight with Vicky. The standout from that movie is definitely Renee Zellweger and John C. Reilly's voice. Surprised, aren't you? You were expecting rave reviews for Catherine Zeta-Jones and Richard Gere. Catherine Zeta-Jones is fine, but her voice is too deep from smoking so much, and she's certainly no Bebe Neuwirth. The part of Roxie Hart is much more expendable, more open for interpretation by any actress. But Bebe Neuwirth has her place with the Sean Connerys, Vivien Leighs, and Dick Yorks of the world.
Perhaps the real star of the evening was Bice Ristorante in Pasadena. The information on the back of the matchbox says that there are some other 12 locations in the world, the original one having been opened in Milan in 1926. As usual, my knowledge of the Italian language proved indispensable with another restaurant manager.
"Si, parlo un po'." (Yes, I speak a little.)
"L'ho studiato all'universita' e abbiamo dei parenti in Italia." (I studied it in college and we have some relatives in Italy.)
"Si, sono cinese... Grazie mille." (Yes, I'm Chinese... thank you very much.)
These are the only three phrases I should have ever learned in my 4 years at UCLA. They're all my abilities have been reduced to; the only reason I ever have to use the Italian language. Every conversation with every Italian restaurant waiter or manager results in a conversation like this one. So much for a job at the United Nations.
I think maybe I should start writing a book, channeling my creative talent into something, instead of just which wallpaper looks best in the Sims' house. I'm letting myself turn into a vegetable. A jaded vegetable with a bad attitude. Like a really sullen-looking carrot.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:26 AM
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