no man's land

Today, the evening theater show presented a wonderful Bosnian War movie, called "No Man's Land". For those of you who think I am a part of some artsy film circle and watch foreign movies in the luxury of some spanky hall, keep on dreaming. This was just another movie from Netflix, watched on my wonderful iMac, started right after the fresh bread popped out of the oven.

What's this movie about? War, really. It's got just the right amount of action to hold on to my gradually waning attention span - yet probably falls into the category of character movies, since it was more about people than about the war in particular. Two guys from opposite sides of a war get trapped in a trench, along with a wounded man sitting on a motion sensing grenade. They interact beautifully to make this movie a gem of a piece, even to a person as ignorant of politics as yours truly.

Of course, the language makes no sense to me, but since dialogs are slow, the subtitles are easy to follow.

so then. Time to hit the bed with a Feluda novel. Last night, for a change, I thought I'd skip the bedtime reading and drop straight to sleep, since I was tired like crazy - but then that didn't work, and I was awake for about 40 minutes before I gave it up - and picked up the novel. From that point, it was blissful sleep in less than 10 minutes. I think I read somewhere about the relation of exercising the optic nerve and going to sleep. Yes - that's right - it's in the weekly journal of B.S.