Well, maybe I overspoke: by twilight last night, the smoky inversion layer over Palookaville seemed to have lifted, and this morning bids fair to be, I guess you would say, almost fair (we've gone so far as to dare to open a window).
We celebrated the irrelevance of my Romania joke by watching 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days (link), which sounds like it ought to belong at or near the head of anybody's life list of edifyingly dreary movies: abortion under Ceauşescu!--right up there with Salaam Bombay, not far behind Dead Men Walking!--you'll be hummin' the tunes on your way home from the theatre! It wasn't that dreary, really, thanks to some flawless acting, lots of photography that was surely imaginative (if a bit showy) and a plot that wasn't quite as hackneyed as you might have expected. Still, there were moiments when I went plunging into the sofa cushions to find out whatever happened to Sound of Music.
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