Watched the latest version of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde's spooky tale of the always-young man who hides a deal-with-the-devil-portrait in his attic.
Appropriately spooky... though maybe relishing all the debauchery a bit too much? (The feeling Anne Rice's books give me too. Interview With a Vampire was very effective, but read a few more and then a sort of spiritual indigestion starts to set in.) I can see exactly why Colin Firth took the role of the older man who first seduces Dorian to the dark side. A juicy role. Playing depravity must be fun, especially as counterpoint to the stiff Mr. Darcy. But like most stories about rakes, wastrels, and evil doers... well, none of that's really a spectator sport, is it?