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Oh, Packers!

So, there it was again: defeat clinched from the arms of victory!  Or whatever that saying is.  And once again the Packers made me think anything is possible!  [Beating the Patriots! In New England!  With our back-up quarterback!]  Except winning when we really need to still escapes us.  Oh, drat.  Apparently, though, if we win the next two games, we’ll be playoff-bound no matter what else happens.  I have high hopes that we can do that.

Moving on to Black Swan…Whoah.  That was one wacky movie.  I am pretty sure that I think that it was really amazing.  While it was incredibly stylistic, I did not find it pretensious or obnoxious.  On the contrary, I found it compelling and fascinating.  It is certainly not for the faint of heart, as I had to spend minutes on end staring at Aaron’s face so as not to look at the bloody screen.  It was surely intense and not a movie I’d want to see again (at least not anytime soon), but holy Moses was that a movie!  Great acting, amazing imagery and a brilliantly original story.  At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised or upset if it won Best Pic.  We’ll see.

I’m almost done Christmas shopping, but then I always seem to remember just one more thing I need to get.  And then another.  And then another.  The same goes for wedding weekend things.  We’re about done (how we’re going to manage to get it all to Door County, I have no idea), but then I remember — we need the sand for the luminaries, New Year hats and noisemakers, paper napkins in the colors of my choice, etc.  Just last week I finally remembered to call into the bakery and request at least two of our ordered cupcakes be gluten-free for my gluten-sensitive movie star friend.  Now I hope that my mom does not forget to pick up said cupcakes.

Happy December!

Movies and the truth

One of my personal heroes is the filmmaker Errol Morris.  As you know, Dear Reader, I love movies.  I learned early on that movies could have a tremendous effect on my own life.  With Errol Morris’ The Thin Blue Line, though, I learned that movies could affect a person’s freedom.  With the help of my parents, Morris, and my experience at the University of Wisconsin, I learned that there is really nothing more important than the pursuit of truth.  And that there is a truth.  One of my favorite quotations of all time is from Errol Morris:

Truth is not relative, it’s not subjective.  It may be elusive or hidden.  People may wish to disregard it.  But there is such a thing as truth.  And the pursuit of truth: Trying to figure out what has really happened; trying to figure out how things really are.  

I try very hard to keep that in mind with all that I do.

Aaron and I have been seeing movies together since 2006.  [As a semi-interesting aside, the first movie we saw together we saw as co-workers and friends, with our respective spouses.  It was The Break-Up.]  In that four-plus years, when watching a movie, Aaron has never commented to me on how much he was enjoying a film.  That changed today when we saw Fair Game.  At about the fifteen minute mark, Aaron turned to me and said, “This is a really good movie.”  And I could not have agreed more.

I have read that a viewer should be able to tell in the first ten minutes of a movie whether or not she will like the film.  In my experience, this is mostly true.  In Fair Game, though, it may have taken me only five minutes. 

Fair Game tells the story of Plame-gate.  Whether or not the film gets the truth right is not something I am qualified to say.  Whether it is true or not, the film is clear about one thing: there is a truth.  There either was a sale of yellowcake uranium or there was not.  There either was a nuclear program in place in Iraq in 2002 or there was not.  The movie tells the story of intelligence officers searching very hard for the truth — using their intellect, resources and knowledge of history to make the most informed recommendations and conclusions that they can.  And those officers meet with higher ups who have an entirely different agenda.  Reasoned research and conclusions run head into conclusions made based on guesswork, fear and what I can only call wishful thinking.  The movie is about what happens when you decide what is true and then make the evidence fit that truth.  The movie is about the danger that is inherent in relying on sources you do not know, information that is unsupported and people who operate in a pay grade that is apparently reserved for public relations and spin, as opposed to truth.

While the movie is definitely an indictment of the Bush administration, which I believe is deserved, it is not that simplistic.  There is an outstanding scene in which Valerie Plame and Joe Wilson host a dinner party on the eve of America’s invasion of Iraq.  There is heated discussion on whether Iraq has WMDs or is seeking to acquire supplies to build nuclear weapons.  The most knowledge people on this subject seated at the table are Plame – foremost – and Wilson.  They sit largely silent while the others shout out their opinions.  The problem, of course, is not that the guests have opinions on the subject; the problem is that the opinions are based solely on the information they hear on the news.  And this is true on both “sides.”  One guest repeats the assertion that Iraq has acquired aluminum tubes used in some sort of nuclear centrifuge thingee.  Another guest shouts about how Hussein is not a threat.  From the film’s perspective, neither of these assertions are true.  All the while, though, Plame sits silently.  She knows an incredible amount of information about the topic, but the truth resides securely inside of her.  She says nothing until she suggests dessert and coffee.

The movie was so compelling to me because of its understanding that there is a truth.  And, as Joe Wilson says, shouting something louder and louder does not make it true.  It is true because it is true — whether it is spoken or not.  Plame did not speak because it was her job to keep quiet and breaking that silence was not in her nature.  As is revealed as the film progresses, Plame (the film character, anyway) is a woman of her word and nothing is more important to her than that.  Despite the fact that she lies for a living.  As she says to an Iraqi-American she sends into Iraq to obtain information, it is critical to remember why you are lying, and critical to always remember the truth.

The film is as much about the quest for truth as it is a character study of Plame and Wilson.  Again, whether Plame or Wilson are – in reality – the same as those portrayed in the film isn’t really important from a narrative perspective.  [It would, of course, be important to know in the pursuit of truth.]  These are two incredibly richly drawn characters.  Both are incredibly knowledgeable in their fields and both seem firecely committed to their country.  The similarities seem to end there. Plame is tight-lipped, quiet, competent, rational, strong.  Wilson is loudly passionate, quick-tempered and eager to seek the lime-light.  It is quite a marriage.

I hope this post doesn’t come off as entirely contradictory.  I write about the importance of truth, and then suggest that it doesn’t matter whether the film reflects reality.  I stated that Plame’s character is devoted to the truth, and yet her life is made up of lies.  I think the movie is so good because it advocates that there is a truth, whether or not its story is true.  It really made me want to go out there and read as much as I can about what happened.  And that includes Plame’s book, as well as others.  From gathering as much information as I can, I hope to find the truth.

More miscellany

Aaron and I saw The Town yesterday.  I liked it; Aaron was not overly impressed; and Sarayu should think twice before she sees it as there’s a lot o’ violence.  I thought it was a pretty fun nail-biter, though the ending was a little…well, soft.  Ben Affleck has really turned out to be quite a good director, in my — sniff sniff — insignificant opinion.

There’s no one I really like on Project Runway this season.  At least not yet.  I don’t like Gretchen or Ivy, obviously.  I like Michael somewhat, but I can’t tell if it’s only because everyone is so mean to him.  But there’s no Andrae or Chloe or Leanne or Daniel(s).  There’s no certainly no Santino!  And although I don’t like Gretchen and Ivy, I can’t even get that excited about not liking them, which could happen from time to time with folks like Kenley or, you know, Santino.  We’ll see.

Also, a word on sighing.  Yes, sighing.  I looooooooooooooove the sound of Gracie’s sigh.  It’s just so adorable.  And so confusing to me.  Why does she sigh?  Ben once told me that she sighs for the same reason I sigh.  Hmm.  Is that true?  Why do I sigh?  Maybe I’m not aware of how often I sigh.  I think of sighing as a sign of exasperation or forlornment or resignation or fatigue or sometimes, contentment.  It also seems like something one usually does on purpose.  But Gracie’s sigh doesn’t seem deliberate.  It just seems…calm.  Like she’s really at peace.  Like she can really settle down and is letting it all go.  Like she’s telling herself, “Look, the mail already came so you are done with the barking job of the day, your people are both home and safe, the dog next door is inside his house and not in your backyard.  You can now rest.  Good job.”  So cute!  My favorite sound.

A million little things: part one

It seems like every time I turn around I realize how grateful I am for my parents.  Although they can annoy me like no one else on this planet, I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them.  Maybe I would be less neurotic and anxious, but I would certainly be less passionate and appreciative of the world around me.  Case in point: my love of Hoosiers.  Thanks Mom & Dad for my introduction and appreciative of all things Hoosiers.

I think that a case can be made that Hoosiers is the best movie ever.  But I’m just going to state that it is one of the best movies ever and I’m forever grateful that it’s been in my life since its inception.  Hoosiers is the ultimate David & Goliath story, of course, but it’s just so much more.  I never turn down a chance to watch it.  What makes it so great?

  • The sound and the score.  The music is beautiful, but it’s really the squeak of the sneakers on the court that always makes me smile and gives me chills.  The sound of the leather ball on the hardwood floors is so important in setting the tone and the pace of the movie.
  • The beauty.  I don’t think Indiana has ever looked as lovely (though Breaking Away may take this honor).  It reminds me of why I love the midwest — no mountains maybe, but the landscape is breathtaking.
  • The acting.  I think Gene Hackman deserves an Oscar every year for his performance.  And Dennis Hopper and Barbara Hershey can have one, too.
  • The story.  Geez.  Where do I begin?  Yes, it’s about an outsider coming to an insular community that doesn’t want him.  It’s about the underdog succeeding in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.  But it’s really about love and forgiveness and loyalty and morality and discipline and all the things that are good and right and important in this world.  It’s about letting the kid who just mouthed off to you back on the team because he really is sorry.  It’s about not letting the kid who doesn’t listen to you play in the game because he just doesn’t get it.  It’s about second chances because, guess what?  You’re human and you messed up and are the first to admit it.  It’s about forgiving your dad for struggling with himself and embarrassing you in the process.  It’s about seeing — really seeing — who a person is and accepting and loving him for being that person.

I admit it: I am a sucker for a sports movie.  I love sports and I love the metaphors that sports movies make to tell us about life in general.  But Hoosiers is such a world apart from your run-of-the-mill sports story.  It’s pretty much as good as it gets in the film world.  At least I think so.

Moving on

I’m moving on to my next post due to conflict brewing from my last one and my desire to be more conflict-free on today of all days when I want to be celebrating my unexpected state supreme court win!  I know, I know: why did I write when I knew there would be conflict?  Honestly, I don’t know.  I think I just wanted to express my thoughts and concerns and undecidedness when it comes to whether or not I will try to get preggers ever.  I think about it a lot and I wanted to write some thoughts down.  Unfortunately, I think I may have hurt folks’ feelings, which was truly the last thing I wanted.  I really just wanted to talk about how I think about things and wasn’t trying to convince anyone of any greater (or lesser, for that matter) truth.  Anyway, two blog posts in one day: unprecedented!

Last night Aaron & I saw the new movie Cyrus.  Oy.  Have you seen it?  What did you think?  Right before heading to the theater, Aaron said, “Is this movie going to be uncomfortable?  And, you know, not in a funny uncomfortable way?”  I said I didn’t know but he was the one that wanted to see it.  So, we get to Sundance and I think we’re running late so I instruct Aaron to get the popcorn and sent myself to get the tickets.  I hate getting the tickets at Sundance because they are just nasty little receipts.  And I HATE receipts of any kind.  But I carry the punchcards, so I wanted to get the tickets.  Ok, tickets in hand, but I can barely touch them so they are perched precariously between the tops of my middle and index finger.  I have to use the restroom so I head there.  I enter the stall and set the grody tickets down on the toilet paper contraption.  When done, I take the tickets, leave the stall and put them on the sink counter to wash my hands.  Well, the sink I use — unbeknownst to me — is right next to the automatic air dryer so when I put my hands into the sink, my arm moves into the air dryer automaton zone and the thing starts blowing hot air.  It’s very strong so it blows the tickets into the sink to my right.  Argh.  I finish up washing and go to the sink on the right to retrieve the tickets.  But when I do so, the automatic sink goes off and soaks the icky receipts with water.  So now I have supernast, grode-a-tron, icksville receipt tickets.  And then, on our way into the theater, there’s no usher so we didn’t need the stupid tickets in the first place.  Argh.

And then we saw the movie.  Aaron’s premonition was right: the movie was quite uncomfortable at times.  Jonah Hill’s character is weirdly attached to his mom, Marisa Tomei, and it makes for some very odd moments.  I laughed a bunch, and generally was interested in the movie, but I don’t think I’d recommend it.  I wouldn’t not recommend it, but I wouldn’t be able to say, “You should see it.”  The acting was great — special shout out to Bill C. Reilly for being just so generally great and to  Tomei for her total awesomeness (though what in the hell was with the eyelashes, eyeliner and hair?) — and the writing was good, but the awkwardness was, well, awkward and that’s not my favorite thing.  Plus, the ending was way too wrap-it-up-and-all’s-ok that it felt like it belonged to a different movie.

Two blog posts!  One day!