Three sentence movie reviews: Savages

I put off watching this for years because I thought watching a brother and sister put their estranged father in a  nursing home would be too depressing.  But I needn’t have worried, this was a delightful film, fun and funny and even sweet, without being too saccharine.   My enjoyment may have to do with the fact that I adore both lead actors, but what can I say?

Cost:  free from library
Where watched:  at home.

poster from:  http://www.impawards.com/2007/savages.html

Steadfast bee (or wasp?)


Internet research has convinced me this is a wasp, and furthermore, that it’s a Yellow Jacket.  At any rate, I have a very clear picture of it because it stuck itself to the window of the Max right next to the seat I was sitting in.   I noticed it at Killingsworth and it rode with me for three more stops before I had to get off.  I wonder where it was going?

PTB on the way out.

Geez, I miss work on Friday and Monday due to a teacher planning day and a holiday and I come back to not much building remaining in a form that is not debris.
 
Here’s the last chunk standing on this side.
 
I probably need to trick my camera into f-stopping itself for the building at the bottom, not the sky.  This will involve me reading the manual.
 

Guess what I got in the mail?

My Aunt has had the peeps for quite awhile, and I was momentarily alert when she came over for the Art Party.  But then I got distracted by party duties and forgot about the peeps, which would have given her ample time to hide them.  But no!  She did not!  Because today a package arrived in the mail from Hawaii, where my Aunts are currently vacationing.  I usually get a postcard, but not a package, so I was pretty excited.  “I hope it’s food.” I thought, forgetting, once again, to be more specific with my hopes.

And my hopes came true, because the peeps went to Hawaii.
 

Curses!
 
I hope Kamuela was fun for them.  They will be returning to their rightful home soon, as Thanksgiving is just around the corner and Aunt Pat always hosts.
 

Three sentence movie reviews: The Trouble With the Curve

“I think that movie was just a continuation of Clint Eastwood’s Republican National Convention speech:  facts don’t matter, go with your gut!” said the boyfriend as we were walking home.  And there really wasn’t much to love about this movie; it wasn’t even bad in that terribly fun Battleship way, just mediocre and boring.  Amy Adams brought it as usual, but it says a lot when the hour-each-way walk to/from the theater along a dimly lit road with mud and cold weather was more entertaining than the movie itself.

Where watched: Jubitz Cinema
Cost:  $3.00

poster from: http://www.impawards.com/2012/trouble_with_the_curve_ver3.html

Three sentence movie reviews: The Kids are All Right

Though I quibbled with the main thrust (hah!) of the story,* there were so many great family moments in this movie that I couldn’t do anything but love it.  Plus, I have this theory that Paul Rudd in Clueless** imprinted himself on so many then-high school girls that we can’t help but love him whenever we see him and it seems that Mark Ruffalo in You Can Count on Me*** did the same thing, but to my college self and I can’t not like him.  And Peeta was in it (!) and that Mia girl with the complex last name is a fantabulous actress.

poster from: http://www.impawards.com/2010/kids_are_all_right.html
Cost: Free from library
Where watched: at home
*this footnote is rotten with spoilers.  Stop reading now if you don’t want to hear anything else. (lalalalalalala)
So I can see why, from a drama prospective, it would be fun to explore what happens when the guy who donated the sperm to create the children starts to have an affair with one of the mothers of said children.  But part of me just couldn’t shake the disbelief of “really?”  We can’t have a movie about lesbians without a man inserting himself (ahem) into the narrative? Really?
**You know you want to watch that clip, so here it is.
***As well as Laura Linney.

Walk to Alberta Street

I need new shoes.  Actually, I seem to be in need of a lot of new clothing all of a sudden, I’m not sure what happened.  At any rate, I took a walk to Alberta Street and Pie Footwear.  Here’s what I saw along the way.

Longtime readers with stellar memories may recall my love for the house that once stood on this lot.  People who need to refresh their memories can click here.  Indeed, the house is gone and holes are being dug for bigger houses and more of them.  If only progress went in the way I wanted it to, namely more houses, but more tiny houses.  And with permaculture landscapes.
 

Autumn carpet.
 
What should I hear from the basement of the house next to the van with the bumper sticker “Drum Machines Have No Soul”?  Someone playing the drums.  Appropriately.