Repeat Viewing: Sweet Home Alabama

After Glory Road, my trip down Josh Lucas lane continued with a movie I have seen, oh, maybe three trillion four hundred fifty seven times (no I’m not kidding). So enjoyable. The small town vs. big town? The seven years without going home? So my life, dudes. Sadly without the whole “awesome dude who loves me in each place” bit of the story. Sadly.
Again, as with one of my other recent embarrassing admissions, rather than quoting from important “classics”, movies like this are the ones I quote all the time. You know, things like “You’ve done it, you should recognize the gesture.” or “Oh I missed you allright. But at this range, my aim is bound to improve.”

DVD: Glory Road

So after the fiasco that was Poseidon, apparently I was in the mood for some Josh Lucas as I suddenly found myself watching Glory Road. And bonus: “Bones” plays his wife!

Good movie, but super heavy on the issues, so somewhat hard to watch. But then again, with the underlying racism that is still going on in this country, maybe should be made to watch something like this every once in a while; a good reminder. I love sports movies, and I LOVE basketball (and I’m all about the civil rights, no?) so I am really this movie’s dream audience. Loved the performances of lots of the ballplayers, some of whom seemed familiar but even when I look at their IMDB resumes, nothing rings a bell.

In Concert: The Roots

Holy fucking crap, do these guys put on an amazing show. I really had no idea what to expect going in, but there’s nothing bad to say about processing in down the center aisle with your brass band playing to start things off, now is there. Huge variety of styles. Did covers, medleys of random hip-hop, R&B songs. Touched on their back catalog. Did slow songs, fast songs, dance songs. At one point, I looked around and it really seemed like I was the only person in the audience who didn’t know ALL the words to that particular song…that happened consistently throughout the night. Widely mixed crowd, all completely absorbed and entranced, on their feet dancing and yelling and totally involved with the tunes. We were blown away.

In Concert: Lupe Fiasco

Wow, what a super fun kid. Just super super fun. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious fun. Just a DJ, him and his “backup rapper” I will call the dude for lack of a better term, with a few singers coming to the stage for a song here or there. He’s cute and sassy and fun and tells funny stories and dances like just a total goofball.

I bought this album in January after sort of putting it off all fall. Then I hadn’t even listened to it before going to this concert. I’m an idiot.

When we finally find out what rare and incurable disease I am dying from, I want someone to contact the Make-a-Wish foundation and get me half-an-hour on the dancefloor with Lupe Fiasco.

Big Screen: Last King of Scotland

Very intense. Yes, Forest Whittaker is pretty amazingly awesome in this movie, BUT I did not consider him the main role and I really think he should have been nominated in Best Supporting. Sure, it’s a bit meatier than your average supporting part, agreed.

But in my opinion, the Scottish doctor dude played by James McAvoy is the lead role in this movie. He is the one who undergoes transformation, whose part brings about revelations to the audience, and whose emotions are the most apparent and meaningful. His reactions and realizations are what causes the plot to move in this movie. Whittaker’s character, while sometimes deceptive, is really the same through and through. If you know what I’m sayin.

One really really REALLY brutal scene, which at one point I couldn’t just partially close my eyes or peer through my fingers (my normal squeamish mode) but had my hand completely clamped over them. Horrible. Really not sure that needed to be shown on screen in quite that way. Wait, now I remember, there were TWO scenes I was really skeeved by. TWO. The first one being slightly less brutal because not an “active” scene, but more of a brutal tableaux. The second one being really horrific to watch.

Is it sad that my only real knowledge of historical moments like those of African dictators is through the movies? (This. “Hotel Rwanda”. I also love “The Interpreter” which I think almost everyone else hated.) This made me want to ponder all sorts of issues about colonialization, and poverty, and technology, and what kinds of brutal wars happen where and why, and the “rule of law” and how sometimes you think it doesn’t work but sometimes you think “wow it must work better than I think because look what happens when they don’t have that”. I think my random pondering really sort of annoyed my friend, who has actually spent time in Africa, and clearly knows much more about its history and civilization than I ever will. But then, that isn’t a place I really WANT to go so unlikely I ever will. Ah well.

Thought some of the smaller roles in this movie were really well played as well. Gillian Anderson = very poignant. Kerry Washington = intense and sensual.

The last “party” scene was very primal and intense; made you realize how often people TRY to do that but FAIL.

Definitely worth seeing.

p.s. scottish doctor dude = he was the faun in Narnia! and also a role in Wimbledon which I’ve only watched a zillion times so that must have been why he felt familiar to me.

Big Screen: Zodiac

Not just a murder mystery, but also a movie about how one person’s obsession (the comic turned detective) can take over their entire life. Some pretty scary moments. Some great and unexpected performances here: who knew Anthony Edwards was in this? He didn’t appear in any of the previews I saw. Mark Ruffalo = great. Robert Downey = great. Jake Gyllenhaal = pretty good. Chloe Sevigny = unexpectedly strong. Dermot Mulroney = wearing a fake stomach, no? Spans a long period of time (20 years?). Really enthralling. Great discussion topic afterward.

p.s. more unexpected appearances: the dude the wife was having an affair with on “Brothers” = a desk sergeant cop earlier on, a detective at the end. the “mouth” dude from One Tree Hill = the “young” version of the one surviving witness.

Poetry: “Late Wife” by Claudia Emerson

Since most books of poetry are so slim, and can sometimes take a few readings to really absorb all the imagery, I read them a few times over a week or so, before I actually consider them “read.”

These poems span the gap between a relationship falling apart/ending up in divorce, and a new relationship beginning/moving in together. They are calm and point blank; the honesty of hindsight. They are sparse and stripped, as one’s emotions would be. Not outwardly exclamatory or emotional, but quite powerful nonetheless.

Stories: “Black Juice” by Margo Lanagan.

Short stories by an Aussie but sent to me by Marrije since I couldn’t find it when I went to Oz.

Some of the most unusual stories I’ve ever read; one is first-person narrative from the viewpoint of an elephant! All take place in one of those “kinda middle ages/or medieval” fantasy worlds but seem more real than sci fi/fantasy. Reminded me a little of Aimee Bender and how her stories can seem perfectly normal with one random fantastical element (the dude’s head is an iron! or, her potatoes grow into babies!).

Really loved these.