I hate to brag but it's a beautiful sunny in Los Angeles. I went out to cross train this morning and it was great. My New Year's day ended with a migraine headache, not fun. I was in the middle of a blog post when my head started pound and I got dizzy. I packed up my things and went home to crash for couple of hours. I hate those migraines. This one was allergy/ sleep deprivation related. I stayed up late to watch the ball drop in Times Square and got up early. I know, what was I thinking? Inshould of just spelt in like everyone else. Anyway, the rest of the week and the weekend went o.k. I spent Saturday night watching the 2012 version of Anna Karanina, after I said I wouldn't bother with it. I read the book over the winter and thought it was so much better the movie. One movie I absolutely refuse to see is Les Miserables. I know, I know it he musical and the movie were so great and Anne Hathaway killed it as "Fantine." Truthfully, the book was also better. Both Leo Tolstoy and Victor Hugo, the authors of said books, were contemporaries and wrote about the society they knew. They held a mirror up to that world and it reflected a decadent, decaying world that valued appearances and following the "rules" over doing what's right. What actually held my attention in Anna Karanina was the way it presented, as a stage production. The idea of presenting it as a theater piece was a good metaphor for the way the elites of nineteenth century Russian society lived. Everything had to be extremely well choreographed, according to the mores of society. Step out of line and you were shunned. The hard realities of nineteenth century Russia did not touch the elites. If you read both Anna Karanina and Les Miserables carefully you can see the seeds of the revolutions that will sweep away that stratified and strangulated society away in the coming decades. Overall, the film turned out to be a better watch then I expected, if only for the art design and decoration.
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