OK, Myanmar blogging seems very unlikely right now. Somehow, I'm just physically emotionally exhausted. I look, but I don't see. Let's hope this will change in a week when my finals are over.
I heard a disturbing news this week about my idol, Ralph Fiennes. I remember seeing Schindler's List sitting on the front seat of a movie theatre and being blown away by his performance. And movie by movie, I've come to almost worship this man. Every movie I've seen him in, I could relate to him in some way
I cried when I saw Quiz Show because I knew what it meant to give in to a momentary temptation and pay dearly for it. I cried when I saw End of the Affair, because I knew what it meant to not know why the love of your life doesn't return the same affection. I cried when I saw English Patient, because I always longed for a all-consuming self-destructive love for which I would give up everything and everyone. I cried when I saw Oscar and Lucinda, because I knew how you want to retain your love and how you gamble on it. I think I've seen the Constant Gardener at least 15 times and the ending always make me cry. And I even cried in joy watching Red Dragon and Harry Potter 4, just because he was in them.
So this is the extent of my affection. I even sat through Maid in Manhattan and White Countess with a bemused look on my face. In my world, Ralph Fiennes can do no wrong.
The news report says that he followed a stewardess into a restroom and joined the mile-high club. I have no idea why someone of his stature would do something like this.
But I forgive him.
