Where Veronica Montes preens her feathers and waits for inspiration.
Friday, February 09, 2007
I am freshly home from enjoying the visual feast known as Pan's Labyrinth. It was full of heartbreak and magic and it made me simultaneously weepy, nauseous, and incensed (fascism=bad). Plus, I don't think I'll ever be able to eat grapes again. Why? Because if you eat the grapes that are laid out on this guy's table, he inserts eyeballs into his hands and gets super pissed: