Showing posts with label Minnesota. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minnesota. Show all posts

fargo

Hey Center Seat readers! I'm back from my much-needed hiatus. Wedding plans and work duties are back on track, so here I go again with this crazy film obsession of mine.

How is it that I've never reviewed Fargo before? After all, I am a Minnesotan... I've lived here for 12 years, I love it here, I probably will never move.

Minnesotans in general tend to have a love-hate relationship with the movie Fargo. For one thing, it drives us nuts that many assume Fargo to be a city in the good ol' Land of 10,000 Lakes. It so isn't. Go get yourself a map of North Dakota. For another thing, we don't all talk like that. I don't think I've ever in my life uttered the words, "Yah, you betcha." We do all say "Minne-soh-ta", but that's pretty much the extend of it. So to have folks from the coasts coming in, giggling at us, and asking us to say lines from the movie, can get a little grating.

But aside from all the "I'm annoyed because I'm a local" conceit, it's really freaking brilliant. I know I may skew a bit on the favorable side when it comes to movies from the Coen boys, but there's a good reason for that, folks. They're masters.

Have you ever looked out your window on a January day and thought to yourself, "Damn. There is no color out there. My life is a black-and-white movie"? OK, you smartasses in California and Arizona get a pass, but that is exactly what Minnesota looks like half the year. And the Coens captured it perfectly; the starkness, the colorless landscape. And the way that, even in the city, Minnesota in winter can start to resemble Siberia.


Beyond the setting, Fargo mixes comedy and violence more effectively than any other movie I can name*, without making the bloodshed seem trivial. The murders that happen in this story come about in a very matter-of-fact way, but the contrasts between the casually violent attitude of the criminals and the mournful viewpoint of Marge the pregnant cop can be quite jarring. You find yourself being grateful for Marge's frank perspective, while feeling a bit guilty that in the first half of the movie you were almost rooting for the bad guys.

Of course the cast is wonderful: I think the witless schemer Jerry Lundegaard is William H. Macy's best role; and the same could probably said for Frances McDormand's Marge. The script is great too, and the setting wouldn't be as powerful without the amazing cinematography. But when you're watching Fargo, you're not thinking about any of that. Setting, script, characters, and acting are all blended together homogeneously into one beautiful product, as though shoved through a wood chipper and sprayed onto the white snow of your screen.


*Except maybe another Coen brothers movie.
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seasons may change, winter to spring

So it's March 18. I'm not sure what March is like where you live, but in Minnesota it's like picking up the weather, rolling it up into a little ball, and throwing it on a giant cosmic roulette wheel.

Last Wednesday... March 11. I stayed home sick. Good thing, too, because the temperature didn't spend more than an hour or two above zero. That's air temperature. I think the windchill stayed at scary-below* all day.

Two days ago... Monday, March 16. I did not wear a coat. We hit the mid-to-upper sixties. I drove home with both car windows all the way down. I opened the windows at home... Zoe the Putty Tat finally got to breathe fresh air for the first time in six months. You know, you really forget how great ambient outside noises are until they're filling your apartment after a season of silence.

Today we're back to a normal March temperature... if there is such a thing in Minnesota. I guess it must be somewhere in the forties... all I know is that my insides seem to be thawing. And the big winter coat is still at home.

OK, I know it's a movie blog... and I'm essentially talking about the weather. It's really not meant to be bloggy small talk though. This is really the stuff that's guiding my psyche about now. In Minnesota it's ALL about the weather. We experience some pretty incredible extremes; actually, that's one of the things I love about living here. You see, it's really impossible to appreciate the hazy sweetness of the first spring rain if you didn't first go through an Arctic-ish winter. And the sound of a lawnmower... or a robin chirping outside your window. Or best of all... driving to work through a canopy of multicolored blossoms.

Now let's not get all crazy here. It is only March 18. That first rain hasn't quite happened... no lawnmowers yet, and only a few really brave robins. And those blossoms won't arrive till May. But I'm looking out the window onto a bare (read: no ice) road under a bright (not pale) blue sky. So all that other springy stuff can't be too far behind, right?

*scary-below: (adj) a blanket term Nayana uses to describe frigid, below-zero temperatures that are literally life-threatening (to any form of life stupid enough to be outside).
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postlet #14

Note to all Minnesota movie-goers: the folks at the Brookdale 8 Cinema have stopped trying. The place is falling apart. There's a funky smell. The boors who frequent this establishment have loud conversations mid-movie, unchecked by management. It can't even be called a dollar theater anymore, as the ticket price has been raised to $3. For the same price, the Riverview is a much better option.
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the princess bride

The Princess Bride is one of the most beloved movies for those of us who were precious little girls (or boys too, I guess) in the 80's. One catch: because of my limited exposure to then-current movies as a kid, this particular film geek didn't see it till she was eighteen.

Still. Totally. Amazing.

The great thing about The Princess Bride is... oh, who am I kidding? There are so many great things about The Princess Bride. I spent some time working through this with my friend Virgin Mother, and this is what we came up with:
  1. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
    Somehow Mandy Patinkin (who is totally not Spanish) brought this Castilian character impeccably to life on the screen. There was so much potential for cheeseballishness* with Inigo; on the contrary, Patinkin treats him with reverence, heart, and wit. The result is that we actually care about the guy instead of just laughing at his antics.

  2. The Fire Swamp.
    It's the reconciliation scene for Westley and Buttercup, but there's plenty of humor and action (as well as story exposition), so it's never in danger of sinking in its own sappiness.

  3. Andre the Giant.
    He was so sweet. And so huge. And so funny ("Anybody want a peanut?") And so perfect for the part. Also, I was just old enough at the time of his death to realize how tragic it was. So watching The Princess Bride is, in part, like looking at pictures of an old, dear friend.

  4. The score.
    If you've never noticed this, next time you see The Princess Bride, listen to the music during the sword fights. It's freaking awesome.

  5. The Bishop at the wedding.
    Mawwwaige. This was our toast at my little sis' first wedding.

  6. Billy Crystal as Miracle Max.
    Seriously, an MLT doesn't sound like a bad idea for lunch. I wonder if you can get one of those anywhere in Minneapolis?

  7. The interplay between the Grandfather (Peter Falk) and the Grandson (Fred Savage).
    It gave the movie a little bit of boy-cred, especially when the kid would balk at the "kissing parts". Plus, Savage is 2 ½ years older than me... so watching this movie always reminds me of how young I used to be. Sure, I didn't see it until I was a young adult, but whenever it comes on I somehow get tossed back into my eight-year-old self. And how often do you get to be eight again?
OK, so what did I miss? This is my official comment call for your favorite Princess Bride moment.

Oh, and did I mention? The Princess Bride is #20 on the 2008 Nayana's Top 100.

* It's my blog. Cheeseballishness is absolutely a word in the Center Seat universe.
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"guarantees" by atmosphere

This is my favorite song right now. I just can't get sick of it.



P.S. Atmosphere (like so many amazing things) is from Minnesota.
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postlet #11

This is what I did yesterday.

I love Minnesota.
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Subject: Re: Where have you been?

Hey blogosphere,

I got your note. I miss you, too... sorry I've been out of touch for so long.

It wasn't you, it was me... really. I was swamped at work, and then I was violently ill, and then I had about four wildly busy days piled on top of one another. Anyway, I hope we're still ok.

In the last couple weeks I've:
  • Caught Prince Caspian--twice. Yes, yes, I'll tell you how it was. (preview: KICKASS!!!)
  • Had the perfect Minnesota day. I'll tell you about that too, if I get a chance. No promises, OK?
  • Got caught up at work... finally.
  • Ate at Mickey's again.
  • Saw all three Indiana Jones movies. Belated, I know, but I got to them before the biggie this weekend.
  • Reconnected with a gaggle of high school classmates. (I wonder if I'll like them any better twelve years later? Stranger things have happened.)
  • Spent some quality time with Zoe the putty tat. She's a freak, but I'm utterly devoted to her.
  • Figured out an amazing new recipe for homemade parmesan chicken tenders.
  • Saw Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová in concert. (Mini-review: he's hysterically funny, she's gorgeously ordinary, and together they're sublime.)
  • Watched The Office... the entire American series, from the pilot up through Thursday's episode.
  • Continued to rock my dreads.
  • Fell further in love with Metro Transit. And The Current. And MNSpeak. And my amazing city.
  • Missed a blogathon that I was really looking forward to. (I am so sorry, Marilyn.)
So, there you have it. I've been living my real life, at your expense. I've been a very, very bad blogger. You still love me, though, right?

Your (mostly) faithful friend,

Nayana
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iron man

AMC has this deal (at least in the Minneapolis market) where you can go to any show, any time Monday through Thursday for only $6. So they released Iron Man in theaters early: 8:00 pm on Thursday. A brand new release for $6... how could we not?

I have been itching to see this one, for a couple of reasons. First, I love Robert Downey Jr. Yes, I realize he is (or was) a cokehead. Whatever. He's hot. And he seems to be cleaning up, so yay for him. Second, it just seemed like a great story, not your average superhero. Tony Stark is extremely flawed, and he's middle-aged when he chooses to transform himself. It gives me hope, like it's never too late to make different choices. Third, whenever I hear those first strains of of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man", my blood starts to vibrate.


Iron Man doesn't disappoint. I am so in love with the casting choices. Downey was fantastic, of course, but so were Gwyneth Paltrow, Terrence Howard, and especially Jeff Bridges. Really, I can't think of a time I enjoyed Jeff Bridges this much since Starman.

The comedy was on point, the pathos was perfectly timed, the action was stellar... the storyline was a tad predictable, but hey: this is no indie. It is what it is, and as summer movies go, Iron Man hits it out of the park.

All that said... my movie experience wasn't perfect. It seems despite our best efforts, a lot of people don't really know how to behave at the movies. Yeah, jackholes at AMC Rosedale, Theater 8, at 8:00 on May 1... I'm talking to you.

Coming soon on The Center Seat: the 5 most obnoxious douchebags that can sit by you at the movie theater.
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i don't care, i'm going anyway

Well, it looks like the Vali-Hi Drive In really will open this Friday. The good news: they haven't raised the price. It's still $7.50 for a triple feature, such as it is. That brings me to the bad news.....

Ugh.

This is what they're showing this weekend, in this order:
  • The Forbidden Kingdom - 73% Tomatometer - All right, it might be fun to see Jackie Chan sporting sick dreadies like mine.
  • Superhero Movie! - 15% Tomatometer - Yeah. The Leslie Nielsen one. Ick.
  • Never Back Down - 26% Tomatometer - They should be paying me to watch this dreck.
OK, yeah, it's a crap selection. Whatever. I'm going for the hot dogs, potato salad, and large quantities of chilled wine. I may lobby Captain Crash for us to leave right after the first feature anyway.

I was really hoping for Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Why, Vali-Hi, why???

But it's in the 60's today, and I can smell summer. Even a night of trash cinema can't bring me down.
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the deep breath before the plunge

Captain Crash and I were in a quandary this weekend. Vali-Hi (the drive-in) doesn't open until April 18 (they've postponed the opening...AGAIN!!!!), but we had fantastic weather this Saturday. We had to do something... 60º is not a common occurrence on a Saturday in Minnesota in April (at least this April).

So we hopped on a Metro bus and headed to downtown Saint Paul, spent some time in the lovely memorial gardens on the capital grounds...

And THEN...

We walked to Mickey's Diner.

Capt Crash outside Mickey's

Mickey's is an art-deco style diner that's been on this corner in downtown Saint Paul since the 1930's... It's one of the only diners on the National Register of Historic Places. Mickey's has been featured on several food/travel shows (they've even got their own Department 56 miniature), but what I was REALLY stoked about was the fact that it's been featured in several movies, including all the Mighty Ducks films, and--my favorite--A Prairie Home Companion.

Matter of fact, we got the same booth that the cast occupies in the closing scene. Think about it... my ass has shared real estate with Meryl Streep's!

Nayana perusing Mickey's greasy offerings

I decided on something called the "Lil Jill": a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and tomato, accompanied by a big bowl of the best chili I've had in a long time. Captain Crash opted for a hamburger, fries, and baked beans.

Our food

I really don't remember the last time I've had such a fun, satisfying meal. Of course most of the fun was the fact that we were eating on an actual movie set. Sooo cool.

After stuffing ourselves stupid, we hopped back on good ol' Metro Transit and headed home. Nothing else much notable about this weekend except that TNT broadcasted all three LOTR films... with horribly timed commercials. To be fair, I can't imagine well-timed commercials for those movies, but they actually cut Haldir off in the middle of his speech when the elves came to fight at Helm's Deep! Bad form. We actually shouted at the television.

Eleven more days and the waiting will be over. Unless Vali-Hi keeps jerking us around. I don't know how much more I can take of this... but I'm open to suggestions for keeping my sad self busy next weekend.
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postlet #6

We got 8 inches of snow last night. And some idiot plowed his car into my driver's-side door.
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out with the old

My fellow Minnesotan movie blogger (and fellow LAMB) Daniel G at Getafilm wrote this sweet, poignant post on the demise of three theaters in Roseville (one of our best suburbs), after an AMC 14-plex moved in.

The megaplexes (while very pretty) are sucking up all our memories.

Read the post here.
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i... can't... wait...

It must be spring in Minnesota. In only 15 days (if the guy on the answering machine is telling the truth), the Vali-Hi Drive In will open for the season. This place is easily the best place to catch a movie in the Twin Cities area, for the following reasons:
  • Triple feature
  • $7.50 per person (at least that's what it was last year)
  • Little kids running around in pajamas
  • Sound through your car's stereo
  • Bring the dog
  • Steaks/salmon/hot dogs/hamburgers on your portable grill
  • Awesome snack bar
  • Cold beer/wine/soda/whatevs in your cooler
You just gotta get there early. And I mean EARLY. Check this out.

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'k, guess what?

Which of your favorite movie bloggers do you think is going to see Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová in concert at the Orpheum on May 7???

THAT'S RIGHT!

WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I'm a teensy bit stoked.
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a night at the guthrie (lucky me!!!)

There are a few perks to working at a beloved but slightly impoverished non-profit agency. The pay sucks, but once in a while there comes along a wealthy benefactor to make our lives a little brighter. This time, someone generously donated tickets to Minneapolis' world-class play-house, the Guthrie Theater, to see Robert Bly's adaptation of Peer Gynt. We held a drawing at work, and guess who ended up with a pair of tickets? Whoo hooo!!! I took my friend Dorcas Hathaway as my date--she's a great co-worker; a loyal, encouraging friend; my neighbor; and my favelezz*. So of course she got to go.

I got all dressed up (not something I do often) and put on these sexy strappy shoes (not at all appropriate in a Minnesota winter). When we arrived, it was just lovely... the theater was so cool and arty. I felt extremely fly.

"Why is it that I almost never go to the theater?" I wondered aloud. Minneapolis (and St Paul) really does have the most fabulous theater scene. I suppose it has something to do with the ticket prices (if ours hadn't been free, they'd have been about $54 apiece), and also the fact that I spend so much all of my discretionary income at movie theaters, leaving barely enough for mac & cheese. After about thirty minutes of Peer Gynt, however, I started to think of a few more reasons.

Peer Gynt is a classic, confusing Norwegian fairy tale/morality play, which had been translated and adapted by Robert Bly, Minnesota's most distinguished poet (if you don't count Bob Dylan). OK, so the poetry was great. There were some funny bits. But........

People, it was weird. Weird, and difficult to follow.

And you remember those sexy, strappy shoes? Well, they turned out to be evil, soul-sucking shoes. It's really hard to sit and enjoy understand an avant-garde Norwegian play when there are tiny straps of leather cutting through your skin.

And then it was intermission. So we got to go out to the lobby and walk down the Guthrie's famous Eternity Bridge that hangs in midair over the banks of the Mississippi River (this is where savvy Minneapolitans went to survey the wreckage after the 35W bridge collapse). The view was breathtaking... It was so lovely... Dorcas lasted 28 seconds outside. I think she's got a heights thing.


I sat down for the second act, armed with my favorite Vitamin Water (XXX, the free radical fighter!), and made it through without sleeping. But by the time I got home, my right pinky toe was the size and heft of a wrecking ball.
What I learned:
  1. The Guthrie is lovely. I will be happy to take free tickets off anyone's hands, anytime in the future.
  2. I'm never wearing those shoes again. Yes, I looked hot initially, but that only lasted until I started hobbling around like one of Peer Gynt's trolls.
  3. My city kicks ass. I don't take nearly enough advantage of this.
  4. I do enjoy the occasional trip to the theater, but I am still solidly a movie girl.

Tonight I'm heading for the Riverview.... in fuzzy socks and comfy shoes.

*Favorite lesbian. She really is... but the story of how we coined the term is just too long.


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definitely, maybe

4:45 p.m. Pick up Captain Crash, discuss where to eat dinner.

5:00 p.m. Arrive at Fuddruckers, order Southwest Burger and Samuel Adams longneck.

5:05 p.m. Try to grab "Beatles" booth, am thwarted by smug-looking twenty-something jock type.

5:06 p.m. Grab table somewhere in center of restaurant, play about 8 rounds of "20 Questions" with Captain Crash.

5:20 p.m. (Finally!) Pick up burger, add tomato, smother fries with jalapeño cheese sauce.

5:57 p.m. Groan exhaustedly, lean back in chair, realize once again that a ½-lb. burger is more than enough, no matter how hungry I am.

6:12 p.m. Break out playing cards, proceed to whip Captain Crash in 100-pt. game of gin rummy.

7:08 p.m. Captain Crash is, once again, Nayana's gin bitch. Get up from table and mosey out door. Move much more quickly to car, once it is realized that the temperature has dropped below 0°F.

7:20 p.m Arrive at AMC Theater multiplex. Immediately get locked in Valentine's Day parking lot gridlock.

7:32 p.m. Drop Captain Crash at front to get tickets for 7:50 show. Drive around, praying for miraculous parking space vacancy.

7:34 p.m. Receive frantic cell phone call. Of course Definitely, Maybe is sold out on Valentine's day. What the hell was I thinking?

7:40 p.m. Pick up Captain Crash. Argue about whether to go to another theater. Tempers ignite.

8:15 p.m. Arrive at AMC Maple Grove, 25 minutes away from home. Purchase tickets for 10:10 show. Groan inwardly at the thought of 8:00 a.m. meeting tomorrow.

8:23 p.m. Sit in parking lot while Captain Crash wanders around in big-box electronics store. Knit amazing technicolor dream-scarf.

8:49 p.m. Drive around aimlessly looking for a Maple Grove Dunn Bros. Coffee Shop. Fail to find one.

8:57 p.m. Loiter at Krispy Kreme. Eat hot glazed doughnut. Feel nauseous. Play gin again.

9:30 p.m. Arrive at theater. Get prime seats.

9:56 p.m. Get increasingly disgusted by inane pre-feature commercials.

10:10 p.m. Thank God, the movie is starting. The opening credits sequence with Sly and the Family Stone's "Everyday People" is fully awesome.

10:57 p.m. I feel like I saw most of this movie when I watched the preview.

11:48 p.m. It's sweet, it's mildly funny, it's not the least bit predictable. But is it over yet?

11:55 p.m. That Breslin kid is really starting to get on my nerves.

12:02 a.m. OK, it was a decent ending. Not a bad movie overall. I like Isla Fisher. Can we go home now?

12:06 a.m. HOLY HOT DAMN, IT'S COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE!

12:12 a.m. *shiver*

12:39 a.m. Pull into garage.

12:44 a.m. Flop onto bed.

12:45 a.m. *snore*

6:30 a.m. (alarm blares) *groan*
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taxi to the dark side of kong: a fistful of quarters

Somewhere in the world right now, there are prisoners being brutally tormented by U.S. forces without ever having stood trial. Somewhere else, there is a middle-aged man sitting at a vintage video game, trying feverishly, obsessively, to nudge that electronic score higher than it's ever been. And in Minneapolis, Minnesota, Nayana's head is about to explode as she tries to digest both these slices of America in one night.


So Wednesday night, Captain Crash and I attended an advance screening of the Oscar-nominated documentary, Taxi to the Dark Side. As is my preference, I knew almost nothing about the movie before we went to see it, only that it was a documentary about Afghanistan. Yeah. It was a documentary about an innocent taxi driver (in Afghanistan) who had been arrested by U.S. forces, held without trial, and tortured for days until he died. I had already gotten a small dose of the-United-States-tortures-people-now-and-apparently-that's-ok outrage when I saw The Ghosts of Abu Ghraib, but Taxi went much more in depth. According to the film, those horrifying pictures from Abu Ghraib that were supposedly the work of just "a few bad apples" reflect a systematic pattern of psychological torture, developed by the CIA, and used on thousands of military prisoners. Yep...thousands of prisoners were (and are) held by the United States, without ever being brought to trial.


It's awful. And it pissed me off. But, to be honest, I (and much of the rest of this country) have been pissed off for quite a while. Remember when I mentioned "outrage fatigue"? That is exactly how I felt when walking out of the theater. To be sure, the film was impeccably produced, and the message is urgently relevant (especially in an election year), but I'm so freaking tired of being pissed off!

So when I got home, I thought it would be a great idea to lighten the mood with The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. It had just come in the mail from Netflix, and I thought, hey, my evening has just been one big bummer. Maybe this will give me a laugh. Boy, did that backfire.


The King of Kong was another very well-done documentary... but it just fell flat with me because of the circumstances. Basically, this really nice guy named Steve Wiebe, who hasn't had a whole lot of luck in his life, sets out to beat the all-time world record for Donkey Kong that was set by Billy Mitchell in 1982. Billy Mitchell, apparently, is not a really nice guy. He's got this whole posse of hangers-on (who seem to have their own sad little lives), sneaky tactics, and a Styx haircut/Jesus beard combo that he was probably sporting when he set the world record 26 years ago. Sure, it was entertaining. It definitely got me rooting for the "good guy"... but the whole time I kept thinking "there are people in Guantanamo Bay being waterboarded right now. Is it really crucial that Mario jumps all the barrels?"

I think I'll have to catch it again sometime when I'm not so utterly bummed out. That's the problem with outrage, I think. It takes away all the joy of the stupid stuff in life. I miss the stupid stuff.
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movie wasteland part deux

Looks like it's week two in a Minnesota movie dry spell. There is nothing premiering in the theaters that interests me in the slightest (except for Nanking, which looks pretty cool). Captain Crash saw Rambo and said it was great, but my dear roomie and I often differ on what makes great cinema. (No chick flicks for him, no dick flicks for me).

I got No End In Sight from Netflix, though, so maybe the weekend won't be a total waste... but I'm kind of tired of staying in. (Now that the temperature has finally risen above zero, it's relatively safe to venture out). Oh, well.

I am counting the days until February 15, when I get to see all the Oscar-nominated short films. They're showing at the Lagoon. Yippee!

Until then, I'm going to try to exercise patience.
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so now we know

At 7:30 Central Standard Time in a small Minnesota apartment, a semi-nude woman with messy hair huddled under three comforters and stared expectantly at the television set.

So, yeah. Oscar noms are out. No huge surprises as far as I'm concerned. I was kind of hoping for that "surprise" everyone was predicting: that Atonement would be snubbed. OK, so it wasn't horrible... but I thought there were other films (Into the Wild, Sweeney Todd) that were much more deserving.

But yay for Hal Holbrook! and my girl Diablo! and Ellen Page! and the Coen brothers!

It's been a good year for film, I think. But will we really get to celebrate on February 24?
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i saw persepolis

As Leif Pettersen aptly observed, it was cold as balls in Minnesota this weekend. So Captain Crash and I had big plans to see Cloverfield and 27 Dresses on Saturday... it didn't happen. We stayed cloistered in the apartment. We're going to catch them tonight, though.


We did see Persepolis on Friday night. I was really anticipating this one... an animated adaptation of Marjane Satrapi's autobiographical graphic novel. It was... lovely. And sad. And funny.

I don't know how to describe the feelings that the film stirred up in me. The child was so hopeful, and full of joie de vivre... as she grew up and experienced loss after heartbreak after rejection, she became disillusioned. As I stood up at the end of the movie, I felt very sad... but as I think of it now, I don't think I was upset by any of the film's specific events as much as by the fact that this girl lost much of her hope and idealism. Even as a privileged child of the free world, I clearly saw my own growing-up experiences reflected in that.


And, hey... Captain Crash loved it--even though it was all in French! That really says something.

Incidentally, can I just say.... I love the Uptown Theatre! The bathrooms are super-cute.
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