i just found one of the primary ghosts of my adolescence through the internet. twenty minutes of google searching and boom, there she is: address, home phone number, even bizarrely her age. a standard site option flashed, “do you want to buy [her] flowers??” well, no, but apart from that i don’t know much. should i write? should i call? when you haven’t seen or spoken to, heard from or heard about someone in five years, what’s the protocol?
thankfully i cycled past crisis as soon as i wrote about it. i guess that got it out of my system. that and several more movies: breathtaking chicago — who knew richard gere could sing?, or that a severely-waifed-out renee zellweger could make catharine z.j. seem bulky?, or that a musical could be so successfully transplanted to the screen? i enjoyed it as much as adaptation. so far they’re my two favorites. two towers, however exciting and visually stunning, suffers from a less-than-mediocre script and characters who seemed more than ever like Types. catch me if you can, which i saw today with two members of my family on the rare suggestion of my father, is enjoyable and well-done. unique among spielberg’s films for its sex, it compensates for making the encounters entirely devoid of chemistry. still, it’s in no way a film worth remembering.
as for the not-in-theaters, last nite liz and i watched kissing jessica stein — good for romantic comedy, good for a mainstream queer flick, overall seemed lacking somehow. their 3rd act breakup came so suddenly, and the direction was irritatingly irregular throughout — and attempted to watch the first episode of twin peaks. a half hour in or so we turned it off, befuddled, tired of waiting for the trite to magically, surreally, lyncially become, well, magical, surreal, and Lynch. why was it so popular? what gives?
i’m slowly putting together my Top Ten. having not seen about schmidt or the hours i’m reluctant to. for the other 8 so far i’m thinking, in random order:
y tu mama tambien, chicago, adaptation, monsoon wedding, punch-drunk love, catch me if you can, secretary, far from heaven. maybe instead of secretary, bowling for columbine — but secretary was so damned unique. i’m sure talk to her will displace something too once i get around to that.