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Amelie is a near perfect movie. At no point does it turn seriously ugly. Maybe the best part was that the whole movie was set in Paris in context of the death of Di. Or the fact that even though she did not like sex, she is not portrayed as an angry person. The color was sort of faded, like a Technicolor movie. So many things were happening visually it would be impossible to catch them all the first time. It featured a found photo fanatic and a gag with lawn art that seems vaguely familiar. And it was just a romantic comedy!

I love found photos. I found one online that someone else had found in a library book in Ohio. The girl on top of the giant fake shark looked just like me. Wow, I wonder if she reads Diaryland and now knows where that photo of her and so-and-so they took at Sea World is.

I knew this girl that used to work in a photo developing shop. She would make copies of the funny ones and keep them in a special album. Ugly babies, a guy in pink spandex bodysuit standing next to a giant cactus, rejected ID photos, you name it. I screamed and fell on the floor laughing so hard my stomach hurt the first time I looked through it and she said, I love your laugh. A couple of months later I read this book where the main character works in a photo lab. She keeps copies of the ones she likes, particlarly a couple who takes pictures of each other each month in different outfits. In coffins. And I told my friend with the album this reminded me of her, and she said, why would that remind you of me?

There was a rabbit hutch in the backyard of a rental house I lived in. It had a photo of a jackrabbit tacked to the wall and a regular white porclain toilet inside. The hutch was actually a box that sat on the ground, and there was enough room for someone to get in there if they bent over the whole time they were on the toilet. I don't know what it was doing there. It may have been a composting toilet, but I don't know why it was in a small box instead of an outhouse. People seemed to leave things undone there. A whole series of odd individuals lived in that house at one time or another. One of them was apparently named Tony Vegas which I find hard to believe. I found a large collection of 8 track tapes in the linen cabinet. There were little carvings of totem poles, carved with a chainsaw by a guy who later got a DUI on a lawnmower. Don't ask. A guy left his truck in my yard for a week and it sat there three years. For all I know its still sitting there. Oh yeah, and there was a black snake living in the fuse box when I went to look at the place for the first time.

Best line from Amelie: "Times are hard for dreamers", spoken without irony by a woman who works in a private viewing booth in a store that sells porn. See this movie! P.S. I was reading over this and thinking "now the whole family is dead, Di and JFK Jr" and then I remembered, they're not related. What made me associate them?

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