George had his day off today. I work at home. On two occasions I was bugging him because he was bugging me. Both times he brushed me off with the command, vai escrever. Go write. I think he knows that I like to write. I think he knows what different sounds come from my office when I’m writing versus some form of administration. Go enjoy yourself … and leave me alone.
At one point I convinced him and myself that we should have a break. We should watch the first episode of season three of Hannibal. I am not able to easily watch it on my own. I do not enjoy all the blood. I do however like to gasp at it with George around. It feels a bit too dark otherwise. Hugh Dancy does not so much intrigue me but feels familiar. I don’t know yet if he died in season two. While his character’s mystery is still fresh, I contemplate how he and his wife Claire Danes must swap notes on performing unethical behaviour as law enforcement officers. He in Hannibal and her in Homeland. These speculative intrigues have enhanced my understanding of other inter-screen dialogues as well. For example Brad Pitt’s character in Inglourious Basterds — which admittedly I watched in Danish — scalps his opponents. It begs the question of whether he is using the same skill-set offered to him by his indigenous teacher in Legends of the Fall a couple decades before. Did Glenn Close’s character have the dog killed in Damages? Did her character in Fatal Attraction kill a rabbit? And, weren’t there 101 Dalmatians endangered at one point by this belle dame of the seventh art? You be the judge. And wasn’t there an instant when Michael C. Hall’s character, David, in Six Feet Under foreshadowed Dexter? When the bigger funeral home moved in across the street?
There were four major films at that point, around a decade, after the Rwandan genocide. Hotel Rwanda by Terry George in 2004. Eric Kabera’s Keepers of Memory (2004). Sometimes in April (2005) by Raoul Peck. And, Shooting Dogs — with John Hurt and Hugh Dancy — renamed Beyond the Gates in the US by Michael Caton-Jones. I was an extra in the latter during the time I lived in Kigali. Not all of the films were shot in Kigali. Something was shot in South Africa, I remember. I played a journalist. My piece was cut from the film.
I remember that I played a journalist alongside the director of the Rwanda office of Internews, an international press freedom NGO. That seemed ironic to me at the time. Hannibal Lecter did not kill Hugh Dancy’s character in season two.