Vagabond
Dad and I went back to my parent's house. I gave my Mom her Mother's Day present and card. I drew a picture of a cat in her card, and she seemed to really like it. For lunch we had a selection of Indian food.
Dad took me back home. This evening I watched the movie Vagabond, directed by Agnes Varda, who died on Friday at the age of 90. It's a bleak and disturbing film which opens with the discovery of a young drifter (played by Sandrine Bonnaire) dead in a ditch, and then details her last days wandering through wintery rural France. It's a bleak, grim and powerful film.
I finished reading the book Mindhunter: Inside the FBI Elite Serial Crime Unit by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker, which was really good, and genuinely quite suspenseful and gripping.
Labels: Agnes Varda, An Inspector Calls and Other Plays, books, J.B. Priestley, John Douglas, Mark Olshaker, Mindhunter, Mother's Day, movies, parents, Sandrine Bonnaire, shopping, The Moonstone, Vagabond, Wilkie Collins