I just saw Sweeney Todd. I loved it. The filming is impeccable. The scenes of 19th century London are stunning. The story is captivating (they made some changes from the stage version that tightened it up).

For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to stay up and watch Ken Russell's <i>The Devils</i> by myself. I'm sure it gave me some pretty crazy dreams and I'm pretty sure they were disturbing enough for me to block them from my memory. Was it a good movie? Um ... I think so.

...and it's a really great movie. Maybe it's just because I'm so bogged down with Oz's recovery or bogged down by the mugginess of NYC right now, but I immediately thought "I want to move to California and raise kids". I've had moments in my life where those two thoughts came and went pretty quickly - usually separately. But this was the first time in my life that the idea of having kids actually felt like a good idea. I could see it all and play it out roughly in my head and it felt...doable. It felt right. It resonated with me.

Okay...just to even out my feelings about gay culture from my last post: here are some clips from a very funny drag queen movie: Girls Will Be Girls.