I went to see the French horror movie Grave ( = "Serious" ) yesterday, which actually was released in the United States before France under the title Raw. I would imagine that it's because the U.S. consumes far more horror movies than France, which is not known for making gory movies very much. It's about a girl entering veterinary school. She is from a family of vegetarian veterinarians, but there is some serious hazing going on in this school, and she is forced to eat raw kidney. And it changes her taste in food completely. This movie has received amazingly positive reviews everywhere even though it makes some spectators faint or vomit. Frankly, I had to look at my watch near the end of the movie because I was wondering how much more of it that I could take, but I saw I was only 10 minutes from the end so I soldiered on. It has animal cadavers, amateur bikini waxing in extreme closeup, sex, blood, horrible skin diseases... and cannibalism. It is super well done and very difficult to watch.
I should probably mention another French horror movie (Dans la forêt) that I saw a while back, which conforms more to the French idea of horror -- a growing sense of dread of what might happen, even if it never happens. This one was about two young boys visiting their divorced father who lives deep in the woods in Sweden in total isolation. Is he crazy and dangerous or is it all in the boys' imaginations?
I found myself watching Harold and Maude tonight on television. For some reason, Paris had a total love affair with this movie which played first run in a cinema for something like 20 years. It was also turned into an extremely successful play. Watching it tonight, I can only imagine that its great popularity was mostly due to the fabulous soundtrack by Cat Stevens.
I can't say that "slimy" as an attribute has ever appealed to me, but the 'slime' of okra or oysters has never bothered me. Perhaps the taste of these items has been of greater appeal to me or maybe one person's slime is another person's 'luscious'. For example, who is to say whether a delightful tomato sauce with olive oil on pasta is 'slimy' or not. As far as I am concerned, they have the same slippery quality as those other things.
I took a very frightened friend to the hospital this morning for some major age-related surgery. It made me think that I should really examine some of my insurance policies about coverage of various things. While I will never have to pay for medical treatment, I have been paying for disability insurance and I suddenly realised that I should check the policy to find out what qualifies as a disability. If I can get a home cleaning service to kick in, that would be great, but for the moment I just feel lazy, not disabled. Am I deluding myself?
France reputedly has the highest level of cannabis use among young people of any country in Europe. It is one of the reasons that there is so much political opposition to relaxing the law, since the politicians do not seem to understand the "forbidden fruit" attraction of it. There have been numerous surveys about what should be done, and they have all come to the conclusion that the laws must be changed, and every time these surveys have been rejected by the authorities because it is not the conclusion that they wanted.
Nevertheless, there is a slight movement in favour of medical use. This might finally happen depending on who is elected as president in the upcoming elections. Further evolution of attitudes about the subject will take considerably more time.
Même la poutine à l'italienne avec de la sauce bolo en lieu et place de l'horrible sauce cheddar ?
Ah, it is clear that you have not had the truly wonderful Québécois speciality poutine. There is no cheddar sauce. Poutine consists of fries, cheese curds and a brown gravy. I like it very much because I have always liked limp damp fries. I was very happy to see that both McDonald's and Burger King have it on the menu in Québec. So much better than those dry sticks that they usually serve. And I like to throw my fries in the broth of moules marinière, too -- they just get better!
Thank god that poutine exists to help preserve the culture of Québec from becoming completely Americanised!