Found myself back home fairly early, and, amazingly, without anything pressing to do for a change (well, assuming I work over the weekend, as is my usual practice). So I sat on the couch with my laptop and surfed as I watched films. And while I started with The Limey, which I hadn't seen and was finishing up, and even though there are films in my DVD collection that I am still supposed to get around to seeing (Clean, The Fast Runner), I ended up watching two films I've seen many times before: Woody Allen's Love and Death, as well as Notting Hill, which I watched with the commentary on.
There's something about watching films whose rhythm you know well, I think. Familiar, comfortable. And yet both still retained the capacity to make me laugh.