I did not watch as I was out cat-feeding and then at my boyfriend's. I am thrilled The King's Speech won so much, though I would have also liked Geoffrey Rush to win in his category. I've blogged many times before about how much I love this movie -- a film that is above all about fear and allowing it to cripple you, but also about history and how lucky we are to have dodged the bullet of a King Edward VIII. His Nazi sympathies were shown quite clearly in the movie, and yet it also did a nice job of bringing in the relationship between the bullying older brother and his younger siblings. (I have to say, Edward VIII -- personally cruel, snide, self-absorbed and possessed of questionable and nutty political leanings -- reminded me a lot of at least one of my older brothers!)
Now, as for The Social Network, it didn't do as well. I thought it quite a good movie, though not great. I enjoyed its misandry and its evisceration of Gen Y. And I felt it gave an extremely accurate portrayal of a certain kind of young male. As a woman, I especially appreciated that. I also liked that the two best people in the movie -- really, the only likeable ones -- were women. It was -- like Gen Y -- fast and loud and fun and lacking in empathy and not that deep and without a message of any kind.
One of our ferals died this weekend. It looks like it was quick and that she may even have died in her sleep. That is a blessing. Sammi was probably over ten, which for a street cat is exceptional. For the last two years of her life she had NO TEETH! But she loved wet food and would gamely gum kibble. I took this picture two Sundays ago. I love it because usually when cats are eating they simply won't look up at you. And I really wanted a shot of her lovely face, so I was doing everything but tap-dancing to get her to look at me and finally...she gave me this odd sideways squinty glance which I managed to capture.
Oh Andrea, so ahead of the fashion curve. Here he is in 2007 wearing a snood, for heaven's sake. Mind you, he's wearing it during the wrong season, but maybe summer snoods will be all the rage in North America in 2013 or so. Currently, I am enjoying my winter snood. And I'm also enjoying this photo. (Hello hip cleavage!)
I guess I'm a bit late with this -- she died three weeks ago. But I wanted to comment because I think the greatness of Last Tango in Paris is misunderestimated...or perhaps misunderstood. I mean, whenever anyone talks about the movie, they just talk about the dirty parts and giggle. But I think it was a movie that, very astutely, showed how f*cked up men are in regards romantic relationships, and how men and women experience and view relationships differently. Ultimately, it was the story of a man who figured things out too late. He figured out what he wanted, but way too late. Like SO MANY MEN.