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Festival
The story of my weekend can be told in movies. Not so much that parts of me relate to parts of these, though maybe they DO, but that I basically did nothing but watch movies all weekend.
And as a result, finally, I’m feeling kinda sorta better in my finger.* But the rest of me is still woozy and temperamental thanks to the hefty dose of antibiotic I gulp down twice a day until SATURDAY, which feels like a really long way away when your thinker isn’t being good about thinking.
Anyway.
Friday
Women Art Revolution
Father of the Bride
Wall Street(FOTB is perfect for sick day viewings, except that Nina and the daughter (bride) are such assholes about money, I want to punch them and say, “Look how cute your father/husband Steve Martin is and shut up now, please.” Also, this movie would make a great horror trailer cut. (There’s this, but it misses the mark.)
Saturday
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with yummy Paul Newman
Tree of Life with interminable Windows screen-saver scenes
Sunday
Postcards from the Edge where Meryl Streep sings
An Affair to Remember where everyone is adorableAnd if Netflix had been on it, don’t think I’m above chasing Affair with The Parent Trap (original Hayley Mills version, duh). Instead, I did nothing at my desk instead of on my couch for a while.
*Until I started typing this morning, when, even using four fingers, my stitches started to pull again. Back to eight-finger slowpoke now.
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Bottle Shock
1976… California vs. France in a definitive battle for chardonnay. From Apple Trailers,
There are certain moments in history when America has proven itself to the world: Neil Armstrong setting foot on the Moon; or the US Men’s Hockey team beating the Soviet Union in the 1980 Olympics. One such moment, however, never got the recognition it deserved: In 1976, a small American winery bested the exalted French wines of the time and sent the wine industry into a tizzy – putting California wines on the map for good.
Reason enough to see this movie: Bill Pullman and Alan Rickman are an awesome pair.
Jim Barrett (Pullman): Why don’t I like you?
Steven Spurrier (Rickman): Because you think I’m an ass. And I’m not, really, I’m just… British. And, well… you’re not.