Drowning Nor Waving

Hee. I saw it last night, and came out feeling much the same. Except for the rice pudding, which I did not have. (One of the great tragedies of my life: I made the Perfect Rice Pudding [I know this because I tasted it in the kitchen, and never was any rice pudding better in any way], and carried it up the two steps into my then-dining room, and before I could get it to the table it writhed out of my hands and flew over the dining-table - blessedly not encountering any of my guests en route - and splash-landed on the far side, breaking the dish and ruining a lovely pair of purple suede boots [this was in the long-ago, you understand] and rendering itself visibly and entirely unrecoverable, and I've never made rice pudding since.)