Tag Archives: Movies

Hannibal Rising, A Novel by Thomas Harris, 2007

From the bestselling author of The Silence of the Lambs and Red Dragon comes an utter peice of drivel. It is so very rare that a movie is better than the book and in this case, I would say don’t even bother with the book. Harris seems to have grown complacent with his Hannibal Lector… Read full post.

Little Children, Directed by Todd Field, 2006

Very few movies captivate us to the core of our humanity and evoke who we really are on screen. Our desires, our sadnesses, our lost dreams. Hardly any movies ever accomplish this, and rarely do we actually want the movies we watch to remind us of the most painful aspects of our lives. It seems… Read full post.

Seven Years Of Pain

Seven Years Of Pain

Last weekend, Steve and I went to see the new Jodie Foster film The Brave One. I’ve been feeling so strangely about my life, Wendy’s death, dealing with violence, that I had mixed feelings about a movie where a woman’s response to trauma is to pick up a gun and begin killing baddies. The mixed… Read full post.

The Art Of Letting Go

In high school my dream was to be a movie star. I was in every play I could possibly be in, performed on stage every chance I got and even went so far as to pick a university in Los Angeles because I wanted to be an actress. Once I got to L.A., I realised… Read full post.

300 Thumbs Up

Frank Miller, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love the ferocious warriors of your vivid dream portraits. I love their translations into film, the roaring soldiers of the past or future noir. I love your goddess women who float with violent beauty above the men with swords for hearts, loving… Read full post.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, a film by Tom Tykwer, 2006

I am not particularly crazy about stories of murderers, but this one compelled me to watch it mainly because its director made the incomparable Run, Lola, Run and I also wondered what perfume has to do with murder. From the first scene I was captivated. The film opens in a filthy Parisian fishmarket where Jean-Baptiste… Read full post.

Capote, a film by Bennett Miller, 2005

Granted, I haven’t actually read In Cold Blood or Breakfast at Tiffany’s yet, but for some reason I always imagined Truman Capote as a sort of gangster-esque character. A real burly manly man in a trench coat and spats. Imagine my surprise to discover that he was gay! A New Yorker who had to be… Read full post.

In Cold Blood

Before Wendy died, I was against capital punishment for all the open minded liberal wooo rah whatever theories I can’t even remember now, but most importantly because life is sacred and an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. After Wendy’s death, I was filled with such inconsummate rage that I felt… Read full post.