So, I watched Doubt this afternoon, and on proclaiming it ‘amazing’ on Twitter, my friend Sam replied immediately with “Is it wrong that I really wanted to do Streep while I was watching that film?”
Yes Sam, it is quite wrong.
Although she is amazing, as is future hubby PSH.
It’s interesting because I’m reading a John Updike book at the mo that deals with faith through the generations of a family, In The Beauty Of The Lilies. (Title’s a bit shit, I know.) The first dude was a pastor who went on to be a salesman when he lost his faith suddenly one day. So far I’m about halfway through, and it’s (typically, for Updike) quite brilliantly written. Doesn’t have the same take-your-breath-away sentences that Cormac McCarthy or Ali Smith do, but he writes real characters that you simply do not want to leave. You want them to stay in your lives so you can get to know them or help them out or tell them they’re idiots or whatever.
I think I’ll read it aloud to Phillip Seymour Hoffman when we’re married.
