Finally saw The Queen this weekend. Found it kinda unnecessarily obvious! Didn't expect that; thought it'd be a subtle verbal pavanne (PDJ). But nay. A lot more stated-not-shown than you'd expect from a bunch of insiders like those who made it. Also: same plot as Mrs. Brown. That is, if you had to write the four-word review: COME DOWN FROM BALMORAL. But I still enjoyed. In large embarrassing part due to the adorable walk-ons by the quartet of Corgis (clearly the name of new book) who would scamper on and scamper off, leaving a trail of moonbeams and love in their bobbling wake.

Other nicenesses this weekend included some serious champagne that I will probably be writing about more/later, Popeye's chicken in a warm bar on the same freezing cold night, good Thai take-out, the chance to sing along idiotically to Digital Underground. Chicago is very cold and salty right now, dried-up white, and we contain our glamour to tarted-up lips floating above our parkas and scarves.

I really like David Holmes' "69 Police." A lot.

Photos....various shots of the Royal Corgis getting on/off/being carried on/off royal planes. Bwah.