Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Back to Blogging in 2010

Blogging is a challenge, but determined to get back into it in 2010.

What's been great since my last post five years ago...

This, which my wife saw. Holy shit. Love that he commemorates the 41 shots on such an occasion. Plus, this is even better. Obama may not have earned it, but he's got potential and loved his this speech. Worth watching many times.

And this, which I highly recommend. No shows yet for 2010, but watch this space.

And a lot of this, even if I am embarrassed to admit that.

Mostly just this and this, however. Both have enhanced my life greatly.

Dying to see this in 2010.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

If you have one thing to do this weekend!

I strongly advise you to go see Becoming Jane. I think the poor Americans have to wait until the summer to see this. Sorry, but what goes around comes around, Hollywood! Also, for those in countries where they still produce prirated DVDs, I remind you that you wouldn't steal a DVD from a store, would you!? Think of all the poor people who produce the films and I think you will reconsider your purchase of an illegal and immorally copied version!

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Hard African Sunday...

This is a crushing story about a former child soldier from Sierra Leone that is in the NYT magazine today. I noticed it after watching The Last King of Scotland so its been one of those afternoons. Whitaker as Amin is very intense and, as one review put it, this is a horror movie. I am shaken. The closing clip's reminder of the estimated 300,000 dead during Amin's rule seems more unsettlingly understandable reading about Ishmael Beah's story of killing and cocaine from the age of 12-15.

I appreciated the end of David Denby's review in the New Yorker...
after this movie and “The Constant Gardener,” one would like to whisper ever so gently into the ears of all Western filmmakers that Africa, in its tragic condition, is perhaps not the most appropriate place to stage the moral redemption of dopey Europeans.