Friday, March 2, 2018
Format: Kino-Lorber BluRay
I watched not one, but TWO Maigret mystery movies. And, shockingly, wrote them both up.
Here's my post over at Texas Public Radio.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Watched: 02/15/2018 and 02/25/2018
Format: Alamo Slaughter Lane/ Alamo Village
Viewing: First/ Second
I'm supposed to schedule with AmyC to do a podcast on this film. I need to get that done. In the meantime...
Writing about Black Panther (2018) is, perhaps, not terribly useful at this point. The movie is a legitimate phenomenon in box office and in cultural conversation. Both of these things are yet another sign among many of the past few years that we're undergoing some tectonic shifts in Hollywood, unlearning the rules of the industry when it comes to what audiences actually do want. As of this writing, Black Panther had raked in $700 million worldwide, and, if my sold out 7:00 on a Sunday show was any indication, shows no signs of stopping.
As a white dude who is as much of a white dude as you're like to meet, I get the basic contours of what this film has meant to a Black audience, in America and abroad, but I won't pretend to have been more than an observer.* By this late date, it's possible or likely you've seen photos of people who've "dressed" for the movie, watched video of kids attending crowd-funded screenings... and more than likely you've read one or five of the dozens and dozens of think pieces circulating. So I don't know what new I can add, and I'll try not to belabor those points.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
|whole lot of skatin' goin' on|
I didn't write about it, but most of our evenings - and some of our day times - of late have been filled with hours and and hours of Winter Olympics. Snowboarding, ski jumping, luge, skeleton, curling, some hockey, and lots and lots of ice skating.
Jamie and I have been together since 1995, and prior to this, I know I watched *some* Winter Games, but nothing like what happens when Jamie gets Olympics Fever. She particularly loves herself some ice skating, and for maybe the first decade-plus of our relationship, I sort of watched skating with her during the Olympics, but I found the scoring system arbitrary and open to (to put it politely) interpretation, and the commentators on NBC grated like parmesan over pasta. But this is our sixth winter Olympics. I am now pretty good at watching skating, I guess, and can see it as a sport.*