Lux Æterna

My wife showed up unexpectedly around 12:40 p.m. today, and has remained home ever since, thereby leaving me scant free time to spend here blogging.

This will therefore likely be quite a short post.

Early last evening I decided to watch Lux Æterna, a 51-minute film that was the most recent to feature France's Béatrice Dalle, an actress whose work I am of late trying to access ... or at least, as much as is possible online. 

I used our Android TV Box and one of the browser apps that I have downloaded into it so that I could watch the feature on T.V., for I found at source for it at FMovies.

It was a sheer waste of almost an hour ─ I couldn't even enjoy the visuals of the scantily-clad young actresses because there was so much close-captioned dialogue that was impossible to keep abreast of due to how much diverse and often trivial non-stop talking this feature had.

I also did not appreciate that possibly as much as a fifth of the movie ─ the final stretch ─ was (as Wikipedia described it) epileptic imagery ... the most prolonged frenetic strobe-lighting I have ever met with. I honestly had some concern that it was going to screw up my poor vision, for my eyes are undeniably already damaged.

The feature was utter junk as far as I am concerned. 

I had not read up on it beforehand, so for a while I thought that it might be an actual documentary, especially since Béatrice and fellow actress Charlotte Gainsbourg were being addressed by their own names.

I know nothing of Charlotte, but she was defying age considerably better than Béatrice. Granted, I think that Béatrice was over 7½ years senior to Charlotte; but Charlotte's looks and physique were those of a 'babe', whereas Béatrice's were ... well, not.

No matter. I will keep seeking other of her movies, especially since I have now seen her most recent (and thus Béatrice at her eldest and most uncomely).   

After my brother got himself home later that evening, he proved to be loquaciously drunk and practically incapable of withholding his incessant drivel that was sometimes ruinous ─ a few times I had to cover the ear nearest to him while cupping the other to enhance its hearing, for he strove to out-volume the T.V.

He cannot speak fluidly. In his drunken growl, he habitually utters a few or several words ... pauses for an even longer period of time mid-sentence ... utters some few words more ... pauses further as if his senile mind is struggling ... and on and on.

One time I even muttered, "Shut up!" 

I did not do so aloud, but it would have likely be audible to someone sober ─ it was more for my own release than for his 'benefit'. 

I detest when he is this wretchedly besotted.

Nevertheless, he mainly remained conscious. We first watched an episode of Last Tango in Halifax. 

It was during an episode of Inspector Morse that my brother lapsed into a snoring unconsciousness for a time. And this episode was especially good because it was set in Australia (series or season five, episode five).

A very good description of the episode is at a website called Morse, Lewis and Endeavour: A Review of Morse Episode, ‘Promised Land’. Plus the Art, Music and Literary References.

A supporting actress in that episode very much appealed to me ─ Rhondda Findleton. I found her to be striking with a natural beauty that required no touching up whatsoever. (Please keep in mind that the episode was released over 31 years ago.) And now I am going to see if I can find some Australian T.V. series that featured her.

For anyone interested, I have been finding Inspector Morse episodes through the BeeTV app.

Anyway, we finished off the night with an episode of Saxondale.

Oh, gosh ─ this is taking too long.

I wish to hurriedly mention this morning's T.V. fare with my brother, which was led off with Odessa Orlewicz's episode of yesterday, an hour-long (1:03:32) video titled Now They Are OK'ing NO TESTING Of New Vaccines For Safety OR Eff!icacy in FDA Meeting. 

That was followed by a June 5 Liberty Coalition Canada upload to Rumble that was nigh 1¼ hours (1:14:58) in duration: The Truth About Residential Schools w/Brian Dale Giesbrecht.

On this episode of Open Mike, [Pastor] Mike [Thiessen] tries to sift through the sensationalized rhetoric and common lies pertaining to the history of Canadian Residential schools by talking to former Manitoban Judge, Brian Dale Giesbrecht, author and commentator, and a senior fellow with the Frontier Centre for Public Policy (http://fccp.org).

Want to Learn More About Truth and Reconciliation? Buy FCCP's book From Truth Comes Reconciliation: https://www.amazon.com/Truth-Comes-Reconciliation-Assessing-Commission/dp/0987895435?asin=0987895435&revisionId=&format=4&depth=1.

Episode Resource: Findings of the National Truth and Reconciliation Committee: https://nctr.ca/records/reports/#trc-reports

It made considerable sense to me ─ more so than for my brother who seems to prefer to believe the worst of the schools and those involved in running and staffing them.

A short word on the weather now ─ overcast. I never noticed if it rained at all, but the cloud cover has been heavy and complete.

I will not be sitting up late this evening awaiting my brother, for I have an early walk planned for overnight that will see me getting up at 2:30 a.m.

And perhaps I have said enough for today's post.