mmm, hello.  yes, hi.  hmm.

billy just left, in his fresh new golf loaded with boxed ikea furniture and borrowed cds. does spending a weekend with a friend from the internet, driving around in a volkswagen, taking trips to ikea, and seeing steven soderbergh movies make one some sort of pseudo-hip conformist? probably. i was wearing a gap sweater, after all.

anyway, traffic was most excellent. i really like steven soderbergh as a director, but i’ve never been able to decide what exactly it is i like so much about his work. this film in particular was strange in that half of it was set in mexico, and those scenes were in grainy sepia tones, and in spanish with subtitles. the scenes with michael douglas as a drug czar with a freebasing daughter were sharp and blue-toned. nice effects, all, but not necessarily a soderbergh hallmark. as such, i still can’t figure it out.

and benicio del toro should win an oscar. he’s a mexican police officer! he’s a drug-addled samoan attorney! he’s a tortured-artist-sidekick! is there anything he can’t do, i ask you?

oh, honey, thank you!  lots of times, though, i am loud and silly and and abrasive, and i can only imagine what that design would have looked like.