Saturday, I need to get a haircut. The plan was to sorta go to Toronto on Sunday, to finally catch the Kubrick exhibition (which I need to do). But it seems that on Saturday, they're also showing Barry Lyndon, the most beautiful movie ever filmed.
I also think it's Kubrick's best, but recognize that that's a minority opinion. Regardless of one's feelings on the story itself, there's no denying that this is a fucking beautiful film, in terms of pretty pictures alone, and perhaps the best of all time.
And Barry Lyndon on the big screen doesn't happen very often.
But this means postponing my haircut for another week. This shag is driving me fucking CRAZY. Never dries in the house anymore, which in this cold, is a problem.
But what is physical discomfort compared to seeing Barry Lyndon?