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Take Shelter – An edge of your seat psychological thriller that follows a man quite possibly on the verge of psychosis or just the only witness to myriad and all-too-real signs of impending doom. Stunning, truly.

See Girl Run – A woman stuck in a marriage rut returns home wondering if her first love, a man desperate for her, is the one she should have married.

Broken English – A train wreck of a woman meets a quirky and quite handsome Frenchman who accepts her, just as she is.

The Fall – Jillian Anderson as an ace homicide investigator. Sold!

Any Human Heart – I love it when film adaptations (this is a BBC mini series) of my favorite books are as marvelous as the original. Oh, yes! Follow Logan Mountstuart from his first memory to his last, as much a story of life as the 20th Century.

Thumbsucker – What happens when you replace one habit with another? A great coming of age tale, filmed in Oregon!

 

The Big Picture – A man accidentally kills his wife’s lover and hatches a terrific plan of escape. It’s not what I expected.

Birders: The Central Park Effect – Birds! Watch the motley collection of Central Park birders and the objects of their obsession. Sweet and even a little sad, it really made me and the hubster want to get on a plane to New York come migration time.

Long Way Down – The follow up to the fabulous Long Way Around, ultimate pals Charlie Boorman and Ewan McGregor take their motorcycles south from Scotland through much of Africa over a period of eighty-five days. Beautiful!

A Buddy Story – A woman in an abusive relationship and her kindly neighbor become travel companions and friends on a tour of the Northeast.

Top of the Lake – Hmmm. A pregnant girl, a troubled detective, creepy misdealings, drugs, and an odd encampment of damaged women. It is Jane Campion, after all, and quite good.

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The Hour – A late addition! We watched the first three episodes of Series Two last night and are loving it just as much as the first. A suspenseful drama that navigates around the people associated with a burgeoning news show. Relationships, politics, intrigue, fabulous clothes – all the usual suspects.

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You know how sometimes you procrastinate by doing other things? This is that post.

I really ought to be gathering my thoughts on a story that’s been furiously bubbling, one that a friend is reading for feedback SOON, but goll-ee, that is one heck of a pile of laundry, dirty table, and messy closet.

Then, wowie, that Jerry Seinfeld and his Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee is one of the best things ever, cars! I really do need to watch all of the episodes twice, and then those with Ricky Gervais and Joel Hodgson three times; because it is hilarious to see caustic Ricky in terror and calling Jerry a young king (say what you will about Hitler…), and Joel is not only smart and funny, but reminds me of my friend Michael (Hey, miccha!), whom I miss.

I tried these sunglasses (Fendi FS5101L) as a joke and loved them. I also love turquoise. Watch out, Iris Apfel!

I really like the composition of this photo, despite my cave woman feet. They keep getting w i d e r . . .

Golden raisin and fennel seed scones. I love this combination, which is pretty European, I think, because most people look at me like I am nuts when I mention it. I AM nuts, but this is different.

Soak a lot of raisins (1/3 cup?) and seeds (two tablespoons?) in a few tablespoons of bourbon for a bit before folding them into your favorite recipe. They do not taste boozy, which may or may not be a problem. The hubster had this reaction:

“I’m making scones.”

Wide eyed, “Awesome!”

“With golden raisins and fennel seeds soaked in bourbon.”

“Oh, well, I guess that might be okay.”

Flash forward thirty minutes and he’d turned into Homer Simpson, “Nom, nom, nom!” You might be surprised, too.

When I am grumpy or sad, this is some of the best medicine around, my avian friends bathing and chirping and gobbling food at the feeder or from the sunflowers giving their last gasps, near-empty seed heads like flotsam on the ground.

Oh, and thinking about hockey. We just bought tickets to a game. Go Hawks!

My friend Susan and I went shopping the other day, and besides the pleasure of her lovely company, we found this bit of awesome on the back of a jumpsuit, maybe like Elvis in training.

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This was only one of two Oscar nominated fil-ums we saw before the actual show, and I am super glad because I really enjoyed cheering for it and seeing it win. And just in case you have been trapped under something heavy during the hullaboo surrounding it, Sugar Man attempts to unravel the mystery around Sixto Rodriguez and his disappearance from the music scene way back in the early Seventies. He’s got all the elements to a brilliant career, but it just never materializes, save in South Africa, of all places, and completely unbeknownst to the wider world. Which makes me think of those t-shirts that say, “I am huge in Japan!” It is also a brilliant story of coming to terms with your life as it is. What happens if your dream never comes true? Or maybe comes to fruition some forty years after the fact? Could you be at peace with it? I’m currently wrestling with the notion and will have to get back to you. In the mean time, watch the fil-um if you haven’t, or at least have a listen to “Cause,” my favorite song of his:

Oh dear, The Killing! Rather than one of those cop shows that solves the brutal murder in forty-five minutes or less, this takes a whopping twenty-six episodes, each of which constitutes a day on the case. There are myriad twists and turns and a slow unraveling of facts. We learn the intimate details of the victim, her friends and family, the complicated histories of the cops on the case, and the dirty dealings of every possible suspect. While there are some loose ends left untied, it’s the best show of its ilk I’ve seen in quite some time. There’s gonna be more, too!

Sunday was a gloomy day for me, stuck in a stubborn funk, but rather than fake anything even remotely cheerful, I went whole hog, flopped on the couch, and watched Ordinary People. I loved the book and the movie as a kid and had a crush on Timothy Hutton, too. He’s adorable, even with those tired eyes. I’m pretty sure it was Robert Redford’s directorial debut, as well. Anyhoo, it is a good meditation on guilt and forgiveness. Conrad survives a boating accident in which his golden boy brother dies and cannot manage the burden of being the survivor. The story follows his return from four months in a psychiatric ward post suicide attempt and the complications of family, friendships, and simply making it through the day. It is unflinchingly honest and often difficult to watch, but soo worth it!

Generally speaking, I am not a fan of sushi. Save for the occasional roll, where the fish is of the tiniest proportions, I do not like it. That said, I was utterly inspired and enthralled by all things sushi while watching this and even wanted to eat some! It is a stirring portrait of hard work, perseverance, and ultimately, love. Jiro loves sushi, every last detail, and has worked tirelessly at his craft (for more than seventy years!) to become the very best there is.

This is an odd one and is a tough sell for about the first twenty minutes, but if you can make it through the idiosyncratic laying of foundation, you will be rewarded. It’s ping pong from every angle, complete with slow-motion action and balls on paddles. There’s the hustler, the devotee, the mystic, and the coach. It’s also about fierce love, coping with failure, and believing in your own worth. Wacky and goofy and well worth an evening.

This is a sweet one. A street performer and struggling woman inspired by him meet and fall in love, though, of course, it isn’t that easy. There are complications in the form of Topher Grace as motivational speaker (hilarious!), and the sister who interferes where she shouldn’t (bitchy!). Chris Messina’s good looks and velvety voice didn’t hurt, either.

Con men and life long friends, Ben and Alan have their lives planned out, stealing cars and wallets, creating fake charities, and never actually growing up being the dominant themes. Enter one troubled boy and their lives are upturned. Do they dump a child in need and stick with their plan or grow up and become the parents they never had?

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As much as I am loathe to admit it, for illness signifies weakness in my striver brain (however untrue), I spent the better part of the past three days lying prostrate on the sofa. Sinuses good and clogged, I mouth breathed through the hubster making me chicken noodle soup, hours of television, movies, and documentaries. I watched our President walk the final stretch of his Inaugural Parade. I watched a mini Knots Landing reunion. I watched Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman in a fun fil-um called The Switch. But the documentaries were definitely the best bit.

Bones Brigade: An Autobiography was my hands-down favorite. My love for skateboarders (and surfers) is pretty well documented, so you’re probably not surprised by this one. It follows the world famous Bones Brigade from their most humble beginning, Stacy Peralta hand-picking the gang one-by-one and driving them hither and yon in a station wagon before the explosion came, and with it, fame, accolades, and wealth. I think, ultimately, that this is a fil-um about a deep abiding love, not just for skateboarding, but for each other.

Oh, Bernie Mac! Talented. Irreverent. Hilarious. His own MAN. Stories from some of the people who knew and loved him best, interspersed with some of his best comedy. It’s a goodie.

 

My goodness, so much I didn’t know about Bond, James Bond! First and foremost, what is now likely considered to be one of the sexiest monikers around was chosen by Ian Fleming because it was, “boring and flat,” the name of a bird enthusiast, of all things. The history of Bond and all the fil-ums has as much intrigue, suspense, and back stabbing as the stories themselves. The eye-candy ain’t bad either…

Oh, and Thom Yorke, because he makes me smile. Yessiree…

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Movie Reviews

Alamar is stunning in both its beauty and simplicity. A man teaches his son the rhythms of a life in relationship with nature and the sea, all the while forging their own relationship before the boy returns to live with his mother in Rome, thousands of miles away. The father is a subtle teacher, infusing knowledge via the everyday activities of making shelter, fishing, swimming, eating, watching birds, and enduring storms. It resonates on the deepest of human levels, both in the story and the method of filming. There are no special effects or fancy cameras, even lighting the darkness is eschewed, highlighting what is essential and precious: life as it IS.

Rising Son – Christian Hosoi was the talk of the skateboarding world back when I was a young thing. He was a natural, possessing great style and mad skills. He won many a competition and held world records for his amazing, never-before aerials. With his skill and fame came a lot of money and very little supervision from his parents. As you might imagine, this eventually led to his downfall, with drug use becoming more important than his performance on the board. Thankfully, there is redemption and a whole lotta awesome footage of Hosoi and his contemporaries doing what they do best. This veiwer was awestruck.

Dear Lemon Lima – Vanessa is a fish out of water, recently dumped by her boyfriend, yet still madly in love, she must find her way through the labyrinthine perils of being an outcast in a private high school where he is at the top of the pecking order. She’s there on a minority scholarship for the Yup’ik heritage she scarcely acknowledges, yet is forced to embrace when she is named the only freshman team captain for the Snowstorm Survivor Competition. In defiance of convention, Vanessa chooses a troupe as unpopular and misunderstood as she.  After tragedy befalls the team, she learns the meaning of true friendship and finally begins to embrace her heritage in hopes of an underdog win. A marvelous story, rich with detail, and Colleen-style quirk. Beautifully filmed, as well, though the one disappointment was learning it was shot in Washington and not Alaska, where the story takes place.

I was a tad nervous to discover that Ricky Gervais co-wrote and directed Cemetery Junction, but I’d already started and stopped several others, and figured one more wouldn’t hurt. Thankfully, he (and Stephen Merchant) did a terrific job of capturing three young friends at a crossroads in their life, on the cusp of manhood, if you will, circa 1973. Though it is not a comedy, it had some very Gervais-like funnies in all the right places and a pretty nuanced story. It’s got a snazzy sound track, too.

Le Samourai – Oh dear, the opening scene, were I actually keeping track, is likely the most beautifully framed I’ve ever seen. And that bird chirping! Ooh la la! There isn’t a lot to this story, in that fine French way, yet it is wholly captivating and had me on the edge of my seat. Jef is a contract killer who fails to make a clean getaway and is brought in by the police. He is released, but they still believe he is their man, and the men who hired him are less than pleased that he’s left a trail. It’s a bit of a cat and mouse game, with Jef trying to keep the police and the men who hired him at bay. Who will prevail?! Also, for fellow car lovers, this fil-um is chock-a-block with dazzlers. Here is proof and an awesome resource to peruse, the IMCDb, eek!

Men Who Swim – Friendship. Belonging. Purpose. What are we without these elements in our life? Dylan struggles with all three, doing his best to cope and make ends meet in his newly adopted home of Sweden. Everything begins to change when he joins a middle-aged men’s synchronized swim team. Yup, you read that properly. It’s a poignant look at the individual as part of a collective, success and failure, and that ever present struggle for meaning in our lives.

Mongolian Ping Pong – Imagine never having seen a ping-pong ball. Imagine living in a place so removed from modern society that no one you know has ever seen one either. When Bilike finds a ping pong ball floating in the river near his home, the mystery captivates the boy and his two best friends, sending them on adventures, sometimes fraught with danger, near and far. They consult friends, family members, even scholarly lamas to uncover the mystery of the little white ball. It is fascinating and endearing and a little heartbreaking, with beyond picturesque Mongolia an integral character in the story. It is also an intimate glimpse into the quotidian of Mongolians. Tending the herd. Spinning wool. Riding horses. The gradual creep of modernity and innovation and society. Then the final scene, when the secret is revealed? Magic.

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