The Virgin Spring

Last night I was watching a couple of episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on TV. I always really liked that show, and I used to watch it regularly. The episodes that were on were from the first season, before the show had really got going. Following that I watched an Ingmar Bergman film from 1960 called The Virgin Spring which was based on a 13th Century Swedish ballad. Set in medieval Sweden, the film stars Max von Sydow as a man who seeks violent revenge on the herdsmen who attack and murder his daughter. The film is beautifully shot and extremely powerful. At times shocking, it is a very somber piece of work. It was very loosely remade in 1972 by Wes Craven as The Last House on the Left.

I went along to my parent's house as usual for a Sunday afternoon. My Dad had gone up to a golf course at Gleneagles for a trip. My brother's girlfriend, Katherine, came over. She had been singing in a concert, but was unable to find a good train back to London today and so she decided to go over to my parent's for tonight and travel down tomorrow. For lunch we had salmon fillets in breadcrumbs covered with a kind of lemon dressing, sliced poatoes covered with a cheese sauce and peas. It was really nice. Later on in the afternoon we watched the first episode of True Blood through the TV On Demand service, which Katherine hadn't seen, but wanted to.

My parent's got me a new toaster which I tried out when I got home and that worked really well. It'll be nice to be abe to have some toast.