Bon Cop, Hot Cop

Saw Bon Cop Bad Cop tonight, which was excessively funny (though also excessively violent)... the funny-ness was enhanced by the company I had: several giggly quebeckers, and a couple of equally giggly Ontario farm girls. Favourite scene: I can only whittle it down to two... one is Rick Mercer playing a Don Cherry-esque hockey commentator, who eventually knuckles Patrick Huard in the most comical fight scene I've ever watched... the second is Colm Feore doing an impression of the I'm-high-and-pretending-not-to-be shtick. And there is something surreal about seeing a hard-core high-budget action movie with a blatantly Montreal (or Toronto) setting! And, some news: no one can make the Anglophone-speaking-French thing look as classy as Colm Feore (to whom I feel like I have a personal connection, if only because I think a fleck of his spit once landed on me in Stratford).

Of course, the whole movie was destined to be good because it followed a preview starring Clive Owen, which needless to say put me in a happy mood!

In other news, I think I'm getting over the cursed Bug of the Metro now... I'm down to only one box of kleenex a day! heh... but seriously... I was réfléchiring a bit (I am starting to think in french words! and there is no satisfying translation for "réfléchir"! I will go with... reflecting)... so I was reflecting a bit... and it seems to me that something or other in my immune system goes haywire at every jarring new life situation I go through. Example: when I went to Riviere-du-Loup for a French course, I somehow lost my voice to VIA and spent the first week whispering to people! When I started my undergrad, I got strep throat! When I went to Humber for the writing course, my eye got all infected! And now this! I think it's some sort of built-in mechanism for finding out, right from the beginning, who my real friends are going to be. It's some kind of evolutionary sidestep of the whole fake-social problem. Weed out the superficial ones right away, recognize the ones who are going to truly be sickness-or-health with you. So really, all of this blech-ing just means that I'm hyper-evolved! Unfortunately it also means that I feel ready for bed by about 7pm each day, so this has been a long one for me. Tomorrow I volunteered to bake brownies for a coffee talk that's happening at school, then there's a soirée (supposedly with faculty, though we'll see) which apparently begins right after the coffee talk (which, itself, begins at 1pm). I don't know how a) I will be able to afford such festivities and b) I will be able to stay awake for such festivities, but I have faith. After all, I'm hyper-evolved!