Unfinished business - Saturday's Sundance movie was "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels." Directed by Guy Ritchie, who is Madonna's new love interest; I thought this was the case, but I needed to check it.

An ultramodern, British take on the vampire mythology. Very stylish and utterly hypnotic. Suave, slick and sophisticated. And marked with a certain degree of moral ambiguity: are the vampires as evil as we're told? There is bit of dialogue about how the Church has always regarded some as evil: the crippled, women, black, gay. (This is an approximation of the quote, but I think the groups are right.)

Curious our fascination with vampires. A fascination that seems to increase rather than decrease. Maybe they do indeed serve as some archetypal metaphor. A play on the old fears of the "different."

I had to scan IMDB to discover that the male lead, Jack Davenport, was also in "The Talented Mr. Ripley" as Peter Smith-Kingsley, Ripley's last lover. One of those cases in which you recognize, but can not place, the face. I did better with Susannah Harker who I remember from "Heat of the Sun."

It has only been within the last few years that I've learned to recognize certain internal signals as indicative of physical abnormalities. Very much a matter of "listening" to your body. Very tricky also and not always perfect. I wonder how many times I didn't "listen."

Alas, that our bodies do not come with a manual. So many things we learn by trial and error. Gads! Especially the sex business. Would it not be very sensible that at a certain age, you pay a visit to a nice sexual worker who shows you how everything works? I don't see that happening anytime soon.