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Monday Movie Review: I’ve Loved You So Long

I’ve Loved You So Long (Il y a longtemps que je t’aime) (2008) 8/10
Juliette (Kristin Scott Thomas) has just gotten out of prison after fifteen years, and moves in with her sister, brother-in-law, and young niece.

I’ve Loved You So Long is a quiet film, quietly watching a broken woman be…broken. We don’t know about Juliette’s crime at first; as an American viewer, I did not at first realize that 15 years was an incredibly long sentence in the French prison system; a French viewer would know right away that the crime must be terrible indeed. Yet it is quickly clear to anyone that the revelation of the crime will be the film’s dramatic center. Perhaps the major flaw of the film is the obviousness of this structure: We know we’re building to The Big Confession, and when it comes, there’s a certain self-consciousness to it. Don’t get me wrong: It’s a moving scene, and Thomas is amazing, it’s just that it’s been over-broadcast; nothing can live up to a whole movie building to that one scene.

Which is a shame, because I’ve Loved You So Long excels in the small scenes. Thomas’s acting is delicate, and as she struggles to interact in a normal way, as she seeks work, as she tries to joke, she reveals herself and her story without apparent effort. She is like a vision of feeling; so obviously agonized that the denouement is almost unnecessary. As we begin to know how terrible Juliette’s crime is, we also can see, through her every pore, her regret and sorrow, and we cannot condemn her.

Of course, her family and the people who know her have struggles of their own. There is, apparently, a monster in their midst, but also a sister, a lovely woman, a friend. How to manage this contradiction?

Although freed from prison, Juliette is still imprisoned by her own deep loss and pain, and in allowing herself to be so raw, Kristin Scott Thomas shows us how many of us are truly imprisoned by invisible walls.

A blessed Samhain to you

Honor your dead, and celebrate the living.

Find a place within where you recognize these two are the same.

Blessed be.

Friday random ten

1. Willow Weep for Me — Billie Holiday
2. Bye, Bye Baby — The Commitments (soundtrack)
3. Goldeneye — Tina Turner
4. Precious — The Pretenders
5. Medley: Hold Me Tight/Lazy Dynamite/Hands of Love/Power Cut — Paul McCartney & Wings
6. Summer in Ohio — Five Years Later (soundtrack)
7. Time and Time Again — Counting Crows
8. Suffer to Sing the Blues — David Bromberg
9. Winterlude — Bob Dylan
10. Someone to Watch Over Me — Nancy Wilson

An exceptionally satisfying selection.

Monday Movie Reviews: Quick hits

I may do a few of these three-at-a-time jobs until I get caught up.

The French Lieutenant’s Woman (1981) 7/10
Meryl Streep is a “fallen woman” in Victorian England, and Jeremy Irons is a man who becomes obsessed with her. At the same time, Streep and Irons are actors filming a movie about these Victorian characters.

To a great extent, I Don’t Get It. I really don’t. I didn’t feel like the juxtaposition added anything to the story. I know it has Deep Meaning, but that meaning is obtuse to me.

The Fountain (2006) 5/10
Hugh Jackman is Tomas, a conquistador serving Queen Isabella (Rachel Weisz). At the same time, he is Tommy, a research scientist, and Izzi is his dying wife. There’s also a big bubble with a tree.

Speaking of I Don’t Get It. This is not the same situation as The French Lieutenant’s Woman; this is a purposely obtuse movie so in love with its Big Ideas that it forgets there’s an audience who might like to follow along.

Hugh Jackman naked, though.

Dreamland (2006) 7/10
Audrey (Agnes Bruckner) and Callista (Kelli Garner) are best friends in a trailer park in the middle of nowhere. Audrey cares for her drunk, phobic father (John Corbett). When a cute new guy (Justin Long) moves in, the stress of longing to be more and the desire for the same boy stir things up.

This is a lovely little coming of age movie, very gentle and enjoyable. It relies a tad too much on cliché, and is perhaps not exactly fascinating, but I enjoyed it.

Expect the unexpected

This morning, I opened the top of the Mr. Coffee to put a clean filter in…

and Delirium was inside.

My first reaction, before I realized what it was, was AGH!

My second reaction was to eliminate the cats as suspects.

Apparently I live with a Merry Prankster. It is so unlike Arthur to play little tricks in the house that I’d almost suspect my friend Dave of stopping by to do it, but Dave would never have read my blog or Facebook.

Delirium just fell out of my refrigerator

….speaking of sentences you’ve never seen in print before.

A long time ago, Isaac gave me a set of mini-action figures of the Endless from Sandman, which I love and adore. They’re about 2 inches high, except for Delirium and Despair, who are each squatting. And when I opened the refrigerator this morning, Delirium fell out (not this one).

So, presumably, a cat got it and it got into the kitchen and then imagination fails me.

It’s going to be a weird day.

Friday Random Ten

Ooh! I’ve had my iPod a whole ‘nother week!

1. Touch Me Fall — Indigo Girls (which wasn’t really on shuffle, apparently shuffle had turned off and I didn’t realize it, so then I turned shuffle back on and got…)
2. Crazy Baby — Joan Osborne (which actually started boring me, so I did that shake-it-up thing and got…)
3. Fast As You Can — Fiona Apple
4. Hey Baby…So Sad — New Skin
5. Bitch — Meredith Brooks
6. It’s Only Money, Tyrone — Marah
7. Romeo and Juliet — Indigo Girls
8. Touch Me Fall — Indigo Girls (so that was really not okay, so I shook it up again, and got…)
9. Willy — Joni Mitchell
10 Take This Town — XTC

So, not exactly a lot of variety today, but a lot of really good songs.

Schrödinger’s Rapist

This should be shared far and wide.

    When you approach me in public, you are Schrödinger’s Rapist. You may or may not be a man who would commit rape. I won’t know for sure unless you start sexually assaulting me. I can’t see inside your head, and I don’t know your intentions. If you expect me to trust you—to accept you at face value as a nice sort of guy—you are not only failing to respect my reasonable caution, you are being cavalier about my personal safety.

    Fortunately, you’re a good guy. We’ve already established that. Now that you’re aware that there’s a problem, you are going to go out of your way to fix it, and to make the women with whom you interact feel as safe as possible.

Read the whole thing.

So here’s the deal

My new job is just much more demanding than my previous one. At the old job, I did have a lot of work, and it had its challenges, but there were slow days kind of built into the system and blogging was rarely problem (although, I’m sure it would have been for Management, had they known).

At the current job, I am more value (yay) and there’s always a stack of wriiting I can’t get to because other things have higher priority. Plus I’m working on a book kind of actively now, so I am not blogging much in the evenings.

Which is why you haven’t seen trivia.

I am suspending trivia indefinitely. I ask 7 questions a week most weeks, and I don’t SEE 7 movies a week. After approximately four years, I am drying up on interesting questions.

I haven’t been that successful introducing new features. I don’t want or need the blog to discipline me right now. I’d rather keep it here to write about movies, Paganism, language, and whatever else crosses my mind.

Monday Movie Review: Whip It

Whip It (2009) 6/10
Bliss (Ellen Page) is a beauty pageant teen from Nowheresville, Texas who finds herself, and romance, through roller derby. Directed by Drew Barrymore.

Whip It is a pleasant movie that works on a number of levels. It’s fun, it has some laughs, it has an admirable cast. But Drew Barrymore, in her film directorion debut, can’t really decide what movie she wants to make. Is it the story of the rough-and-tumble world of roller derby? Then give us more rough and more world. Is it a teen romance? Then make the backdrop less interesting than roller derby, because you’re doing it a disservice.

I do like the movie, but not as much as I want to. There are so few that pass the Bechdel Movie Test, and so few that allow women to break out of the constraints that the film industry places on us, that when one like this comes along, I wnant it to be excellent, and Whip It is not that.

It’s kind of a female awakening movie, about Bliss toughening up and finding herself, and I think it does a pretty good job of that, except that the romance, as charming as young Landon Pigg is, doesn’t serve that purpose. It’s a sweet romance, but we already knew Bliss was sweet, so we’re not moving in the direction of true transformation.

Every transformation movie has a struggle with its star, either before or after. Generally before: Is Audrey Hepburn really all that bedraggled a flower girl? I think there are actresses who could have played a young beauty queen and done the roller derby convincingly. Maybe Ellen Page is that actress, but she’s not asked to really pull it off here.

Let’s start with “before.” The look created for her mom (the extraordinary-as-always Marcia Gay Harden) suggests the filmmakers actually know what a pageant contestant looks like, but Ellen Page is not that girl. She is free of hairspray and lacquer, her custom gown doesn’t emphasize her figure, her eye makeup is underplayed. She’s a sweet, slight, pretty girl. And then there’s “after,” during which she becomes a…sweet, slight, pretty girl who’s kind of fast and somewhat tougher than before.

Her edginess is all very “Hey, I saw her in Juno!” She wears the Doc Martens and the print skirts with rock t-shirts, and she disses her small town life. But beyond that? Not terribly edgy until the end, and it’s not enough. (Besides which, how does her mother either not notice that Doc Martens do not equal beauty queen and maybe there’s a disconnect with what her daughter really wants, OR not put her foot down and make her daughter pretty up all the time?)

Did I mention the romance was sweet? I loved the romance. But it didn’t belong in this particular movie. It stole screen time from real character development for Bliss and for her roller derby compatriots, who were potentially very interesting.

As it was, it was a pleasant couple of hours spent with a movie that might have been so much more.