I watched an extremely long and boring adaptation of LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA, which I've never read, and on the basis of this, don't suppose I will. I guess it's supposed to be a winningly whimsical, tragicomic magic realism-type confection, but it was just soooo feckin' dull.
It's one of those heavy siren nights; cops galore downstairs.No concierge on duty.
I must have had about six decapitation dreams in the last two weeks.