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Happiest of birthdays, blu_muse.

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I watched an older UK film called The Draughtsman's Contract yesterday afternoon. It was bizzare, if not disturbing. The premise is that a draftsman is hired to draw pictures of an English estate for the lady of the estate as a gift for her vacationing husband. After he draws his final picture the body of the landowner is found in the moat and he becomes prime suspect.

The movie is brilliant though random at times. In fact the final scene (after completion of the second contract) left me scratching my head. Peter Greenaway must have had something of great import to convey in that scene but what that was is beyond me.

The actor's lines were complex and witty; exchanges between characters rarely excluded subtle(or not so subtle) insult. Everything about the film was very gothique.

And yes, I'd sell my soul to own some of Sue Blane's costumes from The Draughtsman's Contract.