Friday interviews..

The God of sport certainly rules in the cricket world as well. Martin Crowe's dearh by cancer at age 53 dominates the whole of the Dom Post this morning and he will doubtless have a hero's funeral in Auckland on the weekend. His story is interesting as he was a typical modest Kiwi, seen by some as brooding and introspective, but above all he was generous and talented.

 I saw a another Kiwi on the bus this morning, a long beard nearly covering his smart Mondrian patterned  T shirt and his pale blue jeans were perfectly accented by his blue carry bag. He even sported a blue i-phone and was intently listening to it for the ten minutes we sat side by side at the bus shelter on Oriental Parade. Not a word was spoken and he alighted at my stop on Courtenay Place and disappeared to his RV, or work, I would think, possibly in the music or arts. His mind was racing the whole time we sat next to each other, and he was aware of my observance of him I'm sure. NZ is full of silent and thinking people who are blessed to live in this amazing country, but it also filled with dark secrets I'm afraid.

Mark Reason loved this cricketer...

..thoughtful and forceful..

..brave inhis  diagnosis of death...

..a typical  handsome Kiwi man.

...how much is this happening in a country so small and spoiled as this?

Douglas Wright, NZ's best choreographer, whose last work 'The Kiss Inside' I will miss. His 'soul-home' is the East Village in NYC, and I agree with him in many ways, but he is locked into living in a little rental in a cul de sac in Auckland. Another poz man, but unfortunately his health is failing and he is, according to this article, somewhat bitter about the situation.

But it was a big day for me, with two RVs for roommates, and two French movies, both very interesting and both roomies were possibilities. They were an Irishman from Belfast, 30 yo and très gentil, a radiographer, and Kohe, from New Plymouth, a young Law graduate only looking for three months, but very smart, and she seems to be interested. We'll see what eventuates over the next few days. 

This movie below, La Belle Saison, was for me the best I have seen in the FFF, although my favourite actor, Vincent Cassel, did not disappoint in Mon Roi, but what an unlikeable character he played.

Loved this movie - shot in the 70s in Paris, when I lived there in a 'chambre de bonne', just like Delphine!

These two were magnifique in what was an unpleasant story of a disastrous marriage and an ugly womaniser. For it was just a little too implausible.