Film – Transamerica

I don’t have a pithy comment or obscure memoir entry for this one. I guess that leaves me with actually having to write about the movie. It is a really sweet movie. Incredulously sweet at time. I loved the acting in it. Felicity Huffman was terrific – I would have given her the Oscar for it*. Kevin Zegers’ performance reminded me of Gael García Bernal in Y tu mamá también.

* Not that Reese Witherspoon, Keira Knightley or Judi Dench weren’t excellent, but I can’t think of a movie where they didn’t play bubbly righteous belle, snotface or snobby spirited noblewoman respectively. It seems like credit really goes to the casting crew.

Film – Walk the Line

I love covers. For example, I really like covers of Bob Dylan songs – but never the originals. This brings me to Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt’ – It’s amazing! I had the original on one of my alternative tapes back in high school and I never actually paid any attention to it. If anyone had asked me what I thought of NIN I would have said that I’ve never heard anything by them (my tape that I listened continuously for at least a year had a DJ saying ‘this was NIN with “Hurt”) and I never cared until I heard Cash’s version and went crazy (also wondering why the song is so familiar). Neat eh?

Film – Mrs. Henderson Presents

If any nation can milk its brave history it is England. This has nothing to do with the movie, but I’ve read Jane Eyre recently and it was like – um… I need a slutty character for this point in my English self-congratulatory book. I’ll make her French! And then the wench’s daughter will move to England and improve her faulty character as result of fresh English air. Is there ever a piece of art that makes England look bad? Chris says thrhthrth!

Note: I don’t mean disrespect. I’m just jealous.