August 09, 2001
Michael Powell
Last night I dreamt that I followed Michael Powell around like a puppy. I don't really know what he looked like, but in the dream he was a mixture of Michael Redgrave and Jean-Pierre Leaud's director character in Irma Vep, only slightly heavier. I was determined to gain his love in that charming 1940s romantic comedy way. It was a very talky pursuit, and I ended up chasing him down a deserted street.
I didn't even watch a Michael Powell movie last night. Last night's films were Giant and one-third of Faces.