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I went to see Depuis qu'Otar est parti (Since Otar Left), the only film currently running in Uppsala which the local paper has given five stars. (A preview is here: www.celluloid-dreams.com/479/otar.htm.) Was it really that good? No, but it wasn't bad at all. A French-Belgian film set in Georgia which reminded me in part of Good-Bye Lenin. I was a bit confused at first because the characters kept switching between speaking Russian, Georgian, and French. At first I thought that maybe French is being widely spoken in Georgia a little bit the way it used to be in Poland, but eventually it was explained that the main characters' father/grandfather/great grandfather (they were an old lady, her daughter, and granddaughter) was a lover of everything French and that speaking French ran in the family.

Other than that, I haven't done much today except for listening to Mullhippiar Neffsonsson's zen absurdist children's radio musical Han heter Buss Grädde, which I only heard half of when it was broadcast last winter. Tomorrow I was going to go to Ramsta to bake ginger snaps, but we've been invited to dinner at a friend's later in the evening, and I can't really fit both in. Which is a pity because I missed it last year and had looking forward to it this year. Next year, I suppose.