Slowly, Sunday

It's delicious to spend the day in bed watching The Mirror Crack'd with the fan whirring and a carton of ice cream. Especially after a night of bad behaviour and drunken revelry. That's another type of trashy fun - better enjoyed than remembered.

Back to the DVD, a Christmas present from PH. It's wonderfully bad. The all-icon cast includes Elizabeth Taylor, Kim Novak and Geraldine Chaplin. I cackled with Taylor's every appearance, she looked terrible, and terribly fat, and they kept referring to her unironically as a great beauty, which she undisputedly was once, but this was made in 1980.

Edward Fox is yummy though.

It's satisfying to put this away with all the rest of my Agatha Christie DVDs: Murder On The Orient Express, Death On the Nile, Evil Under the Sun.

I also watched bits of Claude Chabrol's Innocents With Dirty Hands (skip, skip, skip) again, just to see Romy Schneider looking like a page out of Vogue Paris. I love the scene where she goes to the post box, cape flying, heels high in a royal blue silk dress that Empress Michiko might wear. I heart Romy. She's so pretty.