kd5mdk is in town this week for the National Fencing Championships, so we invited him over for dinner last night, and to go see the fireworks at Lenox Square. Unfortunately, nature's own fireworks threatened to wash out the event, so we escaped the donner und blitzen and took the train back home for the backup plan.

I'd rented "Mrs. Henderson Presents" from Netflixx on the basis of Ebert's review, and a certain fascination with the time period and the somewhat titillating subject.

My god, what a movie. And Judi Dench, my god, what a woman! She could just stand still and be amazing (though not in the same way as the Windmill Girls). Then she talks and you go, "What, it gets better?." The dialog sparkles as much as the sets and costumes, and she just brings out the best in everyone she interacts with. It's gorgeous and moving and based on a true story, and really, what more could you ask for?

(Today I discovered that the fireworks weren't rained out after all, but the movie was so good I almost don't care.)

(Even though that makes two years in a row I've missed my fireworks fix.)