<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie.cellophane</title><subtitle type='html'>stationary words about moving pictures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m.cellophane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166718286945846114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-7403051825472839597</id><published>2007-05-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:35:17.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shield your eyes...It's just so much '70s goodness</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been pretty much a year since I blogged here. Well, time to share something I found on YouTube last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around for various entertainers after I had just read about Bette Midler taking over for Celine Dion next year at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. Elton John also appears there on Celine's off nights and will continue when she's gone. Cher has long been rumored to also be headed there, so it's quite possible that all 3 of them will be alternating at the Palace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of years ago when I saw an episode of the Cher show with Bette Midler and Elton John as her guests. It was the first time that I'd seen Bette Midler and I was mesmerized by the costumes and the zaniness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall that it was my birthday. Just turned 11. I got one of those old cassette players with the big buttons that you had to press really hard. I was excited by the ability to record audio. This was before VCRs of course. 1975. I held the player up to the TV and recorded the Cher show with Bette Midler and Elton John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played it at recess for my friends at school. This had a very high cool factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip that I found on YouTube last night...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EtQydMLCts"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EtQydMLCts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-7403051825472839597?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/7403051825472839597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=7403051825472839597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/7403051825472839597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/7403051825472839597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2007/05/shield-your-eyesits-just-so-much-70s.html' title='Shield your eyes...It&apos;s just so much &apos;70s goodness'/><author><name>m.cellophane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166718286945846114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-114758208210008803</id><published>2006-05-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:48:45.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/2778/1600/Bring%20on%20the%20Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/2778/320/Bring%20on%20the%20Night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the same time as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bring on the Night&lt;/span&gt; was popular amongst my college friends. The Police had recently broken up at the height of their popularity and Sting was eager to establish himself as a serious &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;artiste&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it worked because he never went back to The Police. However, the jazz band that he is supposedly pulling together in this documentary didn't survive either. It's sort of predicted by Branford Marsalis in a sort of wry speech he gives at one point. The "band" only survived to make the one album The Dream of the Blue Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that Kenny Kirkland died of a possible drug overdose back in 1998. He was an excellent pianist featured in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the realized that the baby born to Sting and Trudie Styler in this film is now -- yikes -- an adult. So much for my college days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-114758208210008803?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/114758208210008803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=114758208210008803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114758208210008803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114758208210008803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2006/05/bring-on-night.html' title='Bring on the Night'/><author><name>m.cellophane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166718286945846114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-114758136348637321</id><published>2006-05-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:49:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/2778/1600/PDVD_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/2778/320/PDVD_048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought I'd restart the blog with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;. Have you ever felt like Sam Lowry, sitting in the chair, while his mind is being reprogrammed to think happy thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie when it first came out. It was a big hit with my college friends. I don't know that we could understand it back then. I know I didn't really. But now that we live in an age when our country is turned in on itself looking for terrorists, this film rings true. Ahead of its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-114758136348637321?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/114758136348637321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=114758136348637321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114758136348637321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114758136348637321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2006/05/brazil.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>m.cellophane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166718286945846114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-114756695227727064</id><published>2006-05-13T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:35:52.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Integration</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=843270900-14052006&gt;I had three blogs  that I started under different accounts with various purposes. Today I decided  to integrate myself under one user account: &lt;A  href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/22761296"&gt;m-cellophane&lt;/A&gt;. I'll still  continue the separate blogs in order to keep the subjects separate and more  manageable, but now they're linked - just like they are in my head. I still  avoid people (&lt;A href="http://m-cellophane.blogspot.com/"&gt;m-cellophane&lt;/A&gt;),  watch films (&lt;A href="http://jlproffitt.blogspot.com/"&gt;jlproffitt&lt;/A&gt;), and  ponder God stuff (&lt;A href="http://sprocket-man.blogspot.com/"&gt;sprocket&lt;/A&gt;). And  today, my wife and I started a new blog together: &lt;A  href="http://dabitsycode.blogspot.com/"&gt;da bitsy code&lt;/A&gt;, in which we'll blog  about (hopefully) losing weight.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=843270900-14052006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=843270900-14052006&gt;I might have to have  a blog about my blogs...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-114756695227727064?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/114756695227727064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=114756695227727064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114756695227727064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114756695227727064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2006/05/integration.html' title='Integration'/><author><name>m.cellophane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166718286945846114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-114583521398687435</id><published>2006-04-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:20:38.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged here since 9/1/04. Wow. What have I been doing? I've watched some movies, so I think I need to get busy posting again. As I reread my blog today, it seems like ages ago. I do remember that when I posted about The Passion of the Christ that I was sort of speechless. I left the images to speak for themselves. Here we are 20 months later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-114583521398687435?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/114583521398687435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=114583521398687435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114583521398687435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/114583521398687435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410703684541126</id><published>2004-09-01T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:37:16.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%201%20Jesus%20in%20the%20Garden%20of%20Gethsemane.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%201%20Jesus%20in%20the%20Garden%20of%20Gethsemane.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410703684541126?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410703684541126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410703684541126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410703684541126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410703684541126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/jesus-in-garden-of-gethsemane.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410701796185668</id><published>2004-09-01T23:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:36:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%202%20Mary.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%202%20Mary.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary at Jesus' trial&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410701796185668?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410701796185668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410701796185668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410701796185668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410701796185668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/mary-at-jesus-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410699519678684</id><published>2004-09-01T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:36:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%203%20Pontius%20Pilate.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%203%20Pontius%20Pilate.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontius Pilate&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410699519678684?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410699519678684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410699519678684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410699519678684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410699519678684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/pontius-pilate.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410697124359233</id><published>2004-09-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:36:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%204%20Satan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%204%20Satan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan lurks&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410697124359233?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410697124359233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410697124359233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410697124359233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410697124359233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/satan-lurks.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410695234895993</id><published>2004-09-01T23:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:35:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%205%20Scourge.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%205%20Scourge.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the scourge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410695234895993?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410695234895993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410695234895993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410695234895993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410695234895993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/after-scourge.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410692927180492</id><published>2004-09-01T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:35:29.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%206%20Scourge2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%206%20Scourge2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary cleans Jesus' blood&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410692927180492?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410692927180492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410692927180492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410692927180492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410692927180492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/mary-cleans-jesus-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410690493043287</id><published>2004-09-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:35:04.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%207%20Magdalen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%207%20Magdalen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalen recalls when Jesus saved her from stoning&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410690493043287?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410690493043287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410690493043287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410690493043287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410690493043287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/magdalen-recalls-when-jesus-saved-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410687885450491</id><published>2004-09-01T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:34:38.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%208%20I&amp;#39;m%20Here.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%208%20I&amp;#39;m%20Here.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary runs to Jesus to tell Him that she is with Him&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410687885450491?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410687885450491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410687885450491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410687885450491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410687885450491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/mary-runs-to-jesus-to-tell-him-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410683939264592</id><published>2004-09-01T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:33:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Pasion%20-%209%20Love%20One%20Another.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Pasion%20-%209%20Love%20One%20Another.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flashback, Jesus tells the disciples to love one another&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410683939264592?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410683939264592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410683939264592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410683939264592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410683939264592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-flashback-jesus-tells-disciples-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410680599238704</id><published>2004-09-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:33:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%2010%20Guard.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%2010%20Guard.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Centurion realizes the truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410680599238704?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410680599238704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410680599238704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410680599238704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410680599238704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/centurion-realizes-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109410673183633146</id><published>2004-09-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:32:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Passion%20-%2011%20Pieta.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Passion%20-%2011%20Pieta.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary with Jesus after the cross&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109410673183633146?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109410673183633146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109410673183633146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410673183633146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109410673183633146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/09/mary-with-jesus-after-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109358887161141669</id><published>2004-08-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:04:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from a Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Scenes%20-%20Scene_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Scenes%20-%20Scene_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from a Marriage &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, later Bergman dramas are slow torture. For me, every moment is raw and true. The characters are real. Every detail is important. Bergman's actors frequently worked with him many times, developing a sense of familiarity that works well with his intense studies. I'm so happy that the full length TV version is available here. Kudos to Criterion for presenting both versions. I have to admit I completely ignored the theatrical cut and dove straight through the longest cut available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109358887161141669?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00019JR6I/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Scenes from a Marriage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109358887161141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109358887161141669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109358887161141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109358887161141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/scenes-from-marriage.html' title='Scenes from a Marriage'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109372815737281939</id><published>2004-08-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:54:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fidanzati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/I%20Fidanzati%20-%20Scene.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/I%20Fidanzati%20-%20Scene.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fidanzati &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the Mood for Love" owes a lot to this film. The story lines are different, but it's all about mood. It's amazingly done with regular people with amazing faces. Criterion has done incredible work to clean up Olmi's films for release. The results are spectacular. The dancing sequences are a unique glimpse into the specific culture that's protrayed. They also provide a backdrop for an exploration of universal truths about love, sacrifice, and longing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109372815737281939?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000093NR2/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='I Fidanzati'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109372815737281939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109372815737281939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372815737281939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372815737281939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-fidanzati.html' title='I Fidanzati'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109372832092236229</id><published>2004-08-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:44:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mood for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Mood for Love &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this film says more than I think most people realize before they view it. This film is all about mood. It's essentially written in the context of a limited understanding of the specifics. Therefore, the mood is key to communicating the story. I love the period dress. Maggie Cheung has portrayed the Hong Kong newcomer before in "Comrades - Almost a Love Story." I enjoyed her performance in that film and looked forward to seeing her here. This performance is hugely restrained and subtly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Mood for Love &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109372832092236229?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00003CXUM/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='In the Mood for Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109372832092236229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109372832092236229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372832092236229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372832092236229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In the Mood for Love'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109372860638934862</id><published>2004-08-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:18:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Butterlfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Butterlfy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aston Kutcher looking pensive &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Roger Ebert's review of this film and he insists that Aston Kutcher can act...adequately enough...to pull off his role in this movie. I love Roger Ebert. Gotta disagree with him though. It's kinda funny watching Kutcher in this movie. He tries to act surprised. He tries to act like he's in pain. It's kinda laughable. Poor, poor Demi. Well, maybe he's not quite as wooden in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109372860638934862?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001Z52RU/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109372860638934862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109372860638934862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372860638934862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109372860638934862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109375013542728196</id><published>2004-08-30T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:06:29.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written on the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/written.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/written.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on the Wind &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta love melodrama. I wish I'd been around in the '50s to see these films on the big screen. These are hyper soap operas, but helmed by Douglas Sirk, they're an art form all their own. The images are beautiful. There's much to admire in the framing. Sure, the acting is over the top by modern standards. But it's still possible to get involved in the storyline. When the door opens, leaves blow inside just perfectly, somebody stumbles outside, and a gun drops from their limp hand...you know it's popcorn time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109375013542728196?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005BCK0/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Written on the Wind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109375013542728196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109375013542728196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375013542728196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375013542728196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/written-on-wind.html' title='Written on the Wind'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109375030789571673</id><published>2004-08-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:56:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/dogville%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/dogville%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogwood from above &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogville. It's advertised as being "not far from here." It seems close by. There are many characters in this film that I have known. You'll recognize them too. There's a cynical tone to the film that suggests that Americans as a whole are full of fear and violence. Are we? For some, it's true. But I still believe that for the most part, Americans are hearty and honorable. There's a point at which Dogville turns ugly. It was then that I felt a disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/dogville%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/dogville%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogwood - Grace and Tom &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film includes a tour-de-force performance by Nicole Kidman. There aren't many actresses around today who could play both victim and villain so well. As I watched Lauren Bacall here, I thought perhaps she could have played Nicole's role in her prime. She's underutilized here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Dogville%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Dogville%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogville - Grace &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109375030789571673?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002DB52M/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Dogville'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109375030789571673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109375030789571673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375030789571673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375030789571673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/dogville.html' title='Dogville'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109375055728216322</id><published>2004-08-30T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:10:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Posto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Il%20Posto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Il%20Posto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Posto &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Posto effectively demonstrates the universality of film. Much of the time, the dialogue is unnecessary. It's all in the eyes and the faces. There is much silence in this film and in that silence, truth is revealed. One of my favorite silent scenes is where Domenico enters the New Year's Eve party. Initially, there aren't many people there. The sounds of his footsteps communicate to anyone who's ever made a similar journey into a nearly vacant party. The nod of the head by one of the guests full of compassion, excitement, resignation and anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109375055728216322?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000093NR1/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Il Posto'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109375055728216322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109375055728216322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375055728216322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109375055728216322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/il-posto.html' title='Il Posto'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109368246407163592</id><published>2004-08-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:03:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/VILLAGE_8.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/VILLAGE_8.sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village is not doing well with reviewers. It's accused of not being scary, not having a believable plot, being too sappy, whatever. I saw it on Friday night and found it quite enjoyable and thought-provoking. To me, it's a metaphor for xenophobia. In fact, everything that the society ran from, they brought with them. It's an art film; not a blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109368246407163592?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thevillage.movies.go.com/' title='The Village'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109368246407163592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109368246407163592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109368246407163592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109368246407163592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109293470373334452</id><published>2004-08-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:02:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leopard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/the%20leopard.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/the%20leopard.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burt Lancaster in The Leopard &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame that a great film like The Leopard should go unsung for so long. A short-sighted English language version, poorly dubbed, surely sank this story back in the '60s. Ironically, an '80s revival, in the original Italian, started this film on a road to revival and fame. For that, and The Criterion Collection, I am thankful. It's a great film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burt Lancaster's character of the Prince is at the end of a royal era. The next generation brings "new money" and a populist movement. Lancaster referred to this as his greatest work and I see no reason to disagree with him. His nuaned performance is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leopard influenced Scorsese in The Age of Innocence as well as Coppola with The Godfather. The opulence on screen is certainly cause to behold. I've included two screenshots instead of my normal single in order to give a taste for the ornate images. Peter Cowie mentions in the commentary that this film bankrupted the production studio. It's easy to see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/the%20leopard%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/the%20leopard%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Cardinale dances with Burt Lancaster in The Leopard &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109293470373334452?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00003CWQL/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='The Leopard'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109293470373334452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109293470373334452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293470373334452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293470373334452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/leopard.html' title='The Leopard'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109293469985746272</id><published>2004-08-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:49:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse Now: Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/apocalypse%20now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/apocalypse%20now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now: Redux &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Apocalypse Now when it first came out and also a few times since then. This was my first viewing of Francis Ford Coppola's Redux version. It's funny to me that then as now, Coppola seems to want to make this film to be about Vietnam. During filming, he referred to this movie as not being about Vietnam but rather "It is Vietnam." With Redux, he's included some additional scenes. For the most part, I think they are seamless improvements. The French Plantation; however, is his final attempt to make this film to be about Vietnam. It tosses in some needless history about the French colonial period. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Apocalypse Now works much more successfully as a film about the war experience. It shows the realities of war to expose all of us to that which we would not otherwise consider in our normal daily lives. This is "the horror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fails as an attempt to "be Vietnam" because there aren't any Vietnamese characters that actually speak. There is nothing to explain what is going on in their country that has caused us to be there in the first place. By painting the Vietnamese as voiceless, nameless entities, he sets up an examination of war as a dehumanizing event. In that sense, it succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there should be no mistaking this film as being about Vietnam when it's about the horror of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109293469985746272?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005OWEG/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Apocalypse Now: Redux'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109293469985746272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109293469985746272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293469985746272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293469985746272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/apocalypse-now-redux.html' title='Apocalypse Now: Redux'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109190870145672218</id><published>2004-08-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:57:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Brodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Brodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Smith in her prime as Miss Jean Brodie &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is #20 in Fox’s Studio Classics series. It sports a tour-de-force peformance from Maggie Smith in the title role. What starts out as a seemingly light-hearted romantic drama takes a turn for the darker side when fascism and betrayal creep in. I had to look at the back of the box to realize it’s rated PG. I’m surprised it doesn’t have a higher rating. I don’t quite know what to think about the last half of the film. I can’t imagine how Miss Brodie was so delusional. All in all, it turned out to not be an enjoyable film for me. It was great seeing Maggie Smith, but I became disconnected from her character when she became blind to all that was going on around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109190870145672218?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001US78G/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109190870145672218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109190870145672218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109190870145672218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109190870145672218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/prime-of-miss-jean-brodie.html' title='The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109190873310557058</id><published>2004-08-07T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:59:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2001: A Space Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lockwood's exit from 2001: A Space Odyssey &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always enjoyed 2001: A Space Odyssey. When I was younger, the thrill was from the joy of watching anything space related. This was my first viewing in quite some time, perhaps as long as 20 years. As an adult, the space angle wasn’t the draw. I wanted to explore the film as a film…as an art piece. It’s only now that I could see the monoliths leading to man’s first act of violence…the dawn of weaponry. The use of the first weapon contrasts with the completion of an arc that includes man’s creation of replacement man…ie. the computer. The danger of man’s divestiture of control to the computer is shown of course by HAL taking over the ship. It is around that moment that I’ve chosen for the screen capture for this film. From that moment, man is then taken, perhaps, back to the power that created man in the first place? We can’t be sure what the star child means, but that’s my interpretation from the vantage point of being 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109190873310557058?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005ASUM/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='2001: A Space Odyssey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109190873310557058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109190873310557058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109190873310557058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109190873310557058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/2001-space-odyssey.html' title='2001: A Space Odyssey'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109293462623783475</id><published>2004-08-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:52:16.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/pitch%20black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/pitch%20black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel in Pitch Black &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, Pitch Black went totally under my radar. When the recent movie, The Chronicles of Riddick, came out, I had no clue about Riddick. I was shopping for a new Xbox shooter for my wife when I spotted The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay. She loves first person shooters. I called her up. She had read about it in Xbox Magazine and said she'd pass. I went back to the store for something else. I kept looking at Riddick thinking she'd really love it. I called her back. She said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she loves it! It's now her favorite Xbox game of all time. Pretty cool. Even though the storyline of Butcher Bay takes place prior to Pitch Black, we decided to check it out for back story purposes. It was a pretty cool movie. Definitely Saturday afternoon popcorn style, but that's great. It reminded me a lot of the Alien series. It's definitely freaky when the folks think they're along and they don't realize that all the beasties are in the dark just beyond the tips of their noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever been afraid of the dark, you'll have a reaction to those scenes I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109293462623783475?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001O3YD0/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Pitch Black'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109293462623783475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109293462623783475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293462623783475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109293462623783475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/08/pitch-black.html' title='Pitch Black'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109140014439876449</id><published>2004-07-31T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T14:12:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/tokyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/tokyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Story &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wondered what Tokyo Story was about. Since the '80s, it has crept up the Sight &amp; Sound list of the best movies ever made. As of 2002, it was #5 on the list behind Citizen Kane, Vertigo, The Rules of the Game, and The Godfather Parts I &amp;amp; II. I can now say it is a well-deserved placement. It has the best framing of any Academy ratio black-and-white film that I've ever seen. His attention to detail is incredible. And the storyline is timeless. It's fascinating to watch a film that's over 50 years old in which the old folks complain about the young folks' behavior. A story about how the young generations are too busy to greet their parents when their parents come to town could be made today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109140014439876449?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005JLV7/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Tokyo Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109140014439876449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109140014439876449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140014439876449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140014439876449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/tokyo-story.html' title='Tokyo Story'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109140016014855131</id><published>2004-07-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T14:02:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/floating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating Weeds &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only exposure to Ozu has been through The Criterion Collection. I first started with Good Morning last year. I looked forward with anticipation to Floating Weeds. I enjoyed Roger Ebert's commentary on Citizen Kane and was please to see that he had done a commentary here as well. I've always enjoyed slow-moving family dramas and directors that use the frame. With so much harping on DVD boards about widescreen, "the director's intentions," the framing, etc, I'm surprised that Ozu isn't more sought out. I guess it's the subject matter. Regardless, his films are beautiful to watch. As Ebert points out, you could take stills from his movies to frame and hang on your wall as art. They're beautifully composed. It's a valuable lesson to watch a film like this to see form rule over plot. The form is attuned to the needs of the characters and the story; however, it rejects the current trend in filmmaking to excise all that does not move the story forward. For Ozu, showing an action in its entirety is part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109140016014855131?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001GH5RY/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Floating Weeds'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109140016014855131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109140016014855131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140016014855131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140016014855131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/floating-weeds.html' title='Floating Weeds'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-109140009831808201</id><published>2004-07-24T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:53:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp in Secret Window &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looked like a fun Saturday afternoon movie. In that regard, I wasn't disappointed. It's based on a Stephen King novella and bears his mark in tone, twists, and resolution. Johnny Depp is certainly coming into his own as an actor after having tackled vastly different roles recently in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Chocolat, and Pirates of the Carribbean. He's perfect as the disheveled center of the film. My only quibble here was with the ending. It seemed like it had ended in a manner in which the loose ends were all tidied up in plain view...but then it had to come back with an additional scene to make sure that you understood that the end had come. It was already obvious; therefore, this scene at the end brought the level of the filmmaking down a notch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-109140009831808201?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002234LS/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Secret Window'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/109140009831808201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=109140009831808201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140009831808201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/109140009831808201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/secret-window.html' title='Secret Window'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108908879282161148</id><published>2004-07-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:07:02.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/persona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/persona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi Andersson &amp; Liv Ullmann in Persona &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to think about Persona just yet. It's unique. It's an art piece. Much has been written about this landmark film. I think much of the film is in Sister Alma's crazy mind, but who am I to say. It's interesting in that it shows how we can take on the traits of other people...how one person affects the other as if two separate people passed each other in life and each was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a transference of energy and experience after which neither party is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I just stared at the screen, not knowing what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the commentary on this DVD has got to the worst I've ever heard. Not much insight. Mostly, it's like an assisted viewing for the blind or something: "Oh, look...there she is. She's coming into the room. What's that? I don't know." I kept listening to it hoping it would get better. Let's just say that in the first hour, it doesn't get better. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108908879282161148?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000YEEHG/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Persona'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108908879282161148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108908879282161148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908879282161148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908879282161148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/persona.html' title='Persona'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108908865225164015</id><published>2004-07-05T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:07:41.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/cold%20mountain.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/cold%20mountain.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renée Zellweger &amp; Nicole Kidman in Cold Mountain &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that something happened to Cold Mountain on the way to the Oscars®. Nicole Kidman's straight man performance next to Renée Zellweger's over the top comedy routine was worthy of a follow up nomination to her prior win for The Hours. It's one of those situations where the actor is so good that it looks easy. Jude Law was rightfully nominated for his role. It's clearly his best so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go through the double DVD release of Cold Mountain, it's also easy to wonder why director Anthony Minghella was passed over as well as the film. It's stunning to realize all of the work that went into recreating Civil War-era North Carolina in Romania. The mind boggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great story, both as a love story and as a history lesson. I had not previously paid much thought to the violence inflicted by each side of the war on its own side. And I had previously fallen prey to the belief that the North were the good guys and the South were the uppity guys...even though I have Southern roots. This movie helps disabuse those notions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108908865225164015?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001MDP3G/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Cold Mountain'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108908865225164015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108908865225164015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908865225164015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908865225164015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/cold-mountain.html' title='Cold Mountain'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108908850929821902</id><published>2004-07-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:08:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/notebook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/notebook1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling &amp; Rachel McAdams in The Notebook &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved The Notebook. It's sort of two movie love stories in one; one younger, one older. In the younger story, all of the standard angles of young love and attraction are played out. Beyond that, there is a sense that some deeper connection exists between the two. Finally, the deeper aspects are demonstrated in the older story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking while watching this that neither James Garner nor Gena Rowlands have won Oscars. It's about time. Both are terrific. Their story isn't flashy and doesn't move from place to place. The action is all in their faces and their eyes. They've lived a lifetime of love and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to talk about this movie and not reveal some things that are better left unsaid. If you are a love story person, this one is for you. Bring tissue(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/notebook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/notebook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Garner &amp; Gena Rowlands in The Notebook &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108908850929821902?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thenotebookmovie.com/' title='The Notebook'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108908850929821902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108908850929821902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908850929821902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908850929821902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108908827262335512</id><published>2004-07-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:09:38.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/dodgeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/dodgeball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked Dodgeball to round out our double feature with The Notebook. It worked time-wise. The trailer had seemed funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we noticed before the movie had even started is that we were with a different crowd than we are used to. There were lots of teenagers. Lots of really cool teenagers that kept standing up to adjust the sag on their pants. Cell phones were going off everywhere. One "boy" had flipped up the arm rest so that he could sit between two "girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lights dimmed, the guy next to me answered his cell phone. I couldn't possibly recreate the slang-laden conversation, but I gathered that a friend was asking of his whereabouts. It turns out that they were both in the same theater. So during the previews, I heard things like "Dude, I'm here. Dude, right here. Dude, can't you see me? Dude, turn around. Turn around. Dude, can't you see me? Yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie started, I quickly developed a distaste for Ben Stiller's character...too over the top, too smarmy, too overacted. Once the camera was off of him, I started to enjoy things a bit. I enjoyed all of the other characters, particularly Rip Torn. He really makes the movie for me. His standout line for me is: "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that even at about the 30th time that you've seen someone get whacked in the head with either a ball or a wrench that it is still hysterically funny. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108908827262335512?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dodgeballmovie.com/' title='Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108908827262335512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108908827262335512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908827262335512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108908827262335512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/07/dodgeball-true-underdog-story.html' title='Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108840664862868655</id><published>2004-06-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:30:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/waking.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/waking.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking the Dead&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a reviewer on IMdb who hated this movie. He wrote that Billy Crudup can't act and "warned" that this is a "chick flick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the commentary by director Keith Gordon (remember him as the guy from Stephen King's "Christine" back in the '80s?), he recalls early screenings of the film in which guys in their teens and 20's just didn't get the movie. Women and older men did. The younger men were uncomfortable with the emotion shown by Billy Crudup in the lead role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly "got" this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells the story of a romance that ends in Billy Crudup's 20's that affects him in his 30's. The unresolved nature of his relationship with Jennifer Connelly comes back to literally haunt him, in a sense, as he grows older. He misses her. He questions the path that his life has taken since they were together. Is he a sell-out? Slowly, he goes a little nuts agonizing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jennifer Connelly reappears...or does she? Was she dead? Has he conjured her? What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is brilliantly played out on Billy Crudup's face. I'm dumbfounded by the remarks of that one reviewer who says Crudup can't act. On the contrary, I think this is the most emotionally raw performance I have seen in quite some time. Perhaps it takes some life experience to understand the subject matter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Foster, a producer of the film, describes it as "Ghost" for grown-ups. So if you are over 30, this makes for a fine film. If you are into the details of film-making, this DVD has one of those commentaries that tells you how shots were done, which sets were used, which locations worked better. Plus there's 45 minutes of deleted scenes. As the director says, that's almost 2 movies for the price of 1. So few people saw this in theaters, but it's really worth the time to see on DVD. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108840664862868655?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00007ELES/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Waking the Dead'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108840664862868655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108840664862868655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840664862868655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840664862868655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/waking-dead.html' title='Waking the Dead'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108840657658820979</id><published>2004-06-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:09:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Samurai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/samurai.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/samurai.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Samurai&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a comment about widescreen versus full screen on &lt;strong&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/strong&gt;. That film is 1.85:1 whereas The Last Samurai is 2.40:1! Why would anyone want to chop up such a widescreen image? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to admit that my reason for renting this was to see what all the fuss was about. It got a little buzz back during the Oscar season and I was curious. I did think that Ken Watanabe was excellent. But aside from that, I couldn't wait for this one to be over. I kept thinking that it has to get better sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that it did. I do appreciate the ending and the fact that the filmakers were trying to show the transition from a samurai warrior system to a war method using guns. Ok. I got that. But I have to say I didn't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Japanese emperor really feel empathy for the last samurai? Did he really disgrace his advisor? I could've listened to the commentary to find out, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But by the time this 2 and a half hour flick came to a close, I couldn't wait to pop it back into the return envelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108840657658820979?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001JXOVC/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='The Last Samurai'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108840657658820979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108840657658820979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840657658820979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840657658820979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-samurai.html' title='The Last Samurai'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108838630394201219</id><published>2004-06-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:10:24.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Tuscan Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Tuscan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Tuscan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Lane - Under the Tuscan Sun&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty easy to confuse &lt;strong&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;My House in Umbria&lt;/strong&gt;; isn't it? I had to space them out on my Netflix list in order for them not to come at the same time. That just seemed to be too much. And while there are similarities, happily, I enjoyed them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a spoiler to anyone who has not seen the film, but it was cool to see a romantic movie in which the main character doesn't end up with their soul mate in the end. The film is about being able to fall in love again after being hurt in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that there are full screen and widescreen versions of this DVD. Why, oh why, would you want to watch a film that uses Tuscany as a backdrop only to chop off the sides of the picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108838630394201219?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000VD02Y/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Under the Tuscan Sun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108838630394201219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108838630394201219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108838630394201219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108838630394201219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/under-tuscan-sun.html' title='Under the Tuscan Sun'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108837460908072178</id><published>2004-06-27T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:48:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/le%20divorce.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/le%20divorce.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Divorce&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this film suffered because of mixed expectations. I certainly didn't know that this was a Merchant-Ivory production until after I'd rented it. I thought it was a romantic comedy...you know, like &lt;strong&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/strong&gt; or something. And while I guess it is still technically a romantic comedy, one has to account for the fact that it's a Merchant-Ivory romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bumps it into a different genre for me. It probably shouldn't since my pigeon-holing of Merchant-Ivory is unfair. I admit that I wondered as I watched Le Divorce..."Where's Maggie Smith?"  "Where's Emma Thompson?" But alas, this is romantic-comedy-Merchant-Ivory.  It works. But who would've expected Kate Hudson to be directed by James Ivory?  Ok, ok.  I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108837460908072178?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00012QL14/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Le Divorce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108837460908072178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108837460908072178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108837460908072178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108837460908072178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/le-divorce.html' title='Le Divorce'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108830267476617506</id><published>2004-06-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:11:26.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/elizabeth_thai4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/elizabeth_thai4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Matarazzo, Mandy Moore and Elizabeth Thai in Saved!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we believe in is that you should pay for all of the movies you see in a theater. Yes, that means even if other folks are theater hopping, one should still pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the movies yesterday.  There were 4 in our party.  First up was &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0327162/"&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/a&gt;. The lines to buy tickets were long. Even the line to get into the theater after you purchased your ticket was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning a double feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tickets for &lt;strong&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/strong&gt; came up, I passed 3 of them to my wife and daughters. They got in the line to enter the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my second request to the ticket agent. This time I needed 3 for &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0362227/"&gt;The Terminal&lt;/a&gt; and 1 for &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0332375/"&gt;Saved!&lt;/a&gt;. The ticket machine quickly shot out the 3 tickets for The Terminal. The ticket for Saved! jammed. Just a tiny edge of the ticket was visible. My agent strained in several attempts to dislodge the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a couple of women pressed up against me and asked if they could bump ahead of me to get a refund on their tickets. I indicated that the machine was jammed. The people behind me could be heard working up a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent finally gave up and went to get the manager. The manager arrived and disappeared under the counter. The adjacent ticket agent started lending a hand to jerk the tiny ticket edge while he talked to customers in his line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my grim faced ticket agent informed me that our line would be moving to the left. Directly to my left was another line. The "left" he was referring to was 2 windows to the left. That meant my line had to walk through the near-left line to a new windown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So we all herded through the crowd. By the time we got to the new window, other hopeful ticket purchasers had spotted the opening window. They jumped out of their lines and converged upon my new window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily (?) the people behind me were quite militant about the rules of lines. They complained about the situation to all who could hear. They poked me in the back a few times and told everyone that I was first and they were behind [poke] me. The ticket-exchange ladies were back as well. They kept pushing me from the right trying to get the attention of the ticket agent by saying "excuse me, excuuuse me!" but he never looked up at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally told me he was ready to print my missing ticket but he'd forgotten what it was. I showed him the 3 tix for The Terminal and explained I needed one for Saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a whiz and a chunk and my missing ticket was finally produced. I thanked him and disappeared quickly into the theater...not wanting to see how the drama would unfold between the pokers and the exchangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108830267476617506?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.savedmovie.com/' title='Saved!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108830267476617506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108830267476617506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108830267476617506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108830267476617506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/saved.html' title='Saved!'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108840706614549859</id><published>2004-06-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:40:50.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/catherine_zeta_jones1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/catherine_zeta_jones1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones, Kumar Pallana, and Tom Hanks in The Terminal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie I saw on Friday night was The Terminal. At first, we thought that the long line outside the theater door was for The Terminal, but in fact it was for Fahrenheith 9/11. The crowd was rather sparse for The Terminal. That's a shame, because it's a fine film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks is a citizen of an Eastern European nation that suffers a coup while he's in transit to the US. When he arrives, his passport and visa are invalid. He's trapped in the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like there wouldn't be much room to tell a story, but there is. To tell much more would spoil it. Let's just cut to the chase and say that Tom Hanks is brilliant. He's joined the Meryl Streep category of actors who can do an accent so effortlessly that you forget that they don't always talk like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creates a character that you'll miss when the movie is over. With the language barrier as part of the story, it's a challenging role for him that calls for a lot of body language. I was reminded of Jacques Tati as he raced luggage carts through the terminal in order to make some much needed cash. I see now that Ebert has made that comparison as well. Others have mentioned Chaplin. What's important to know here is that this is a character that we fall in love with. It feels like a real person that we want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108840706614549859?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theterminal-themovie.com/' title='The Terminal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108840706614549859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108840706614549859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840706614549859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840706614549859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/terminal.html' title='The Terminal'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108840694553810554</id><published>2004-06-26T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:39:41.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stepford Wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/bette_midler42.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/bette_midler42.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman and Bette Midler in The Stepford Wives&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling going into this one that it would be a little on the light side. In that regard, I wasn't disappointed. The story was interesting enough. I found some of the scenes to be better than the movie as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites was the ladies book club. If you've ever felt out of place in a "club," then you'll appreciate the satire of the ladies book club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everyone did a great job with the acting. It was initially horrendous to think that I was going to have to watch a Christopher Walken movie, but he grew on me. It was nice to see Glenn Close chewing up the scenery again. The same for Bette Midler. This is her best part in years.  And I mean &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108840694553810554?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stepfordwivesmovie.com' title='The Stepford Wives'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108840694553810554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108840694553810554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840694553810554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108840694553810554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/stepford-wives.html' title='The Stepford Wives'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108789408269104338</id><published>2004-06-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:40:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Liaisons Dangereuses...The End</title><content type='html'>Tonight I finished the TV miniseries, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2"&gt;Les Liaisons Dangereuses&lt;/a&gt;. I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2"&gt;270-minute Extended Version in French&lt;/a&gt;, while there are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV40/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV5Y/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt; versions of the original 200-minute presentation as it aired on French television. The Extended Version includes a 50-minute interview with director, Josée Dayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valmont, played by Rupert Everett, plays the cad. He's met his match in Marquise de Merteuil (Catherine Deneuve). She has married in the past for both love and money, but now she's determined to use power to protect her vulnerabilities. We see that Valmont possesses the same dual nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/liaisons3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/liaisons3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Everett as Valmont&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valmont falls for Madame de Tourvel...or does he? She's married. She first resists. As soon as she gives in to what she knows will be wrong...she spirals, possibly taking Valmont with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/liaisons4.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/liaisons4.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natassja Kinski as Madame de Tourvel&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illicit team of Valmont and Marquise de Merteuil conspire together to use the initially innocent Cécile de Volanges. For Merteuil, it is revenge; for Valmont, to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/liaisons5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/liaisons5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelee Sobieski as Cécile de Volanges&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the scheming plays on. Everyone has been hurt before the scenes begin. They channel their rage and betrayal against, around and at each other all in an effort to push away the pain that love can cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/liaisons6.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/liaisons6.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Deneuve as Marquise de Merteuil &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography here plays in opposites. There are brightly lit, surrealistically colored scenes followed by dark, brooding scenes. Valmont is dark; Merteuil is light. Much is shown at night. The script is not as crisp or as witty as the 1988 film by Stephen Frears. The vision here is one of an intellectual thriller. What's not being said is often the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deneuve is perfect for her role. The director states that she wanted to show Deneuve's icy Hitchcockian persona. Everett is a fine Valmont. Kinski is terrifc with what she has to work with...which isn't much. The standout loser here is Sobieski. She's outclassed and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to note that separate English and French versions were filmed (with all of the actors speaking both languages). One consequence can be heard in this Extended Version in French when a bit of the English version slips in. Listen for it. You'll hear Valmont say at one point, "This is fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108789408269104338?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Les Liaisons Dangereuses...The End'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108789408269104338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108789408269104338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108789408269104338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108789408269104338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/les-liaisons-dangereusesthe-end.html' title='Les Liaisons Dangereuses...The End'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108767346927467594</id><published>2004-06-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:41:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Watching Les Liaisons Dangereuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/PDVD_018.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/PDVD_018.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Deneuve as Marquise de Merteuil&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2"&gt;Les Liaisons Dangereuses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm a sucker for an extended edition, and this one is four and a half hours long. So there could be more screen caps to come, but screen caps of Catherine Deneuve never hurt nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108767346927467594?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Still Watching Les Liaisons Dangereuses'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108767346927467594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108767346927467594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108767346927467594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108767346927467594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/still-watching-les-liaisons.html' title='Still Watching Les Liaisons Dangereuses'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108751433481562042</id><published>2004-06-17T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:42:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleu</title><content type='html'>Do you like the new look? The old one was starting to look a little &lt;em&gt;trop de couleurs&lt;/em&gt; for my taste. I had to mute things down to a subtle blue combo. This new template wants to have a picture of me on it though. I kinda like the Mister Cellophane pic that I had manually inserted. Now I have both. Not so sure I like both.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But this new blue thing calls for a screen cap from &lt;strong&gt;Trois Couleurs: Bleu&lt;/strong&gt;; doncha think?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll see what i can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/bleu.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/bleu.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleu&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108751433481562042?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000083C5F/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Bleu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108751433481562042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108751433481562042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108751433481562042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108751433481562042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/bleu.html' title='Bleu'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108745579985530137</id><published>2004-06-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:42:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursary</title><content type='html'>It's always kind of embarrassing when you encounter a word in a subtitled film that you don't understand in your native language. Something that Catherine Deneuve just said was translated as &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=bursary"&gt;bursary&lt;/a&gt;. Behold, that it means, basically, &lt;em&gt;a student loan&lt;/em&gt;. Well...kinda. But in a Catherine Deneuve sorta way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108745579985530137?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=bursary' title='Bursary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108745579985530137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108745579985530137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108745579985530137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108745579985530137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/bursary.html' title='Bursary'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108745524859006461</id><published>2004-06-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:42:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Liaisons Dangereuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/liaisons2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/liaisons2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's playing now: Disc one of &lt;strong&gt;Les Liaisons Dangereuses (2003)&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Catherine Deneuve&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108745524859006461?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00015YV4K/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Les Liaisons Dangereuses'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108745524859006461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108745524859006461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108745524859006461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108745524859006461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/les-liaisons-dangereuses.html' title='Les Liaisons Dangereuses'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108727585719429837</id><published>2004-06-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:44:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/suite1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/suite1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Fonda and Alan Alda&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a reluctant purchase for me. On the one hand, it was a birthday movie for me. That means it was a movie that I asked to see for my birthday when I was young. So I have fond memories of going to the theater to see it. On the other hand, these kind of things often don't hold up with age. On top of it all, this is a bare bones DVD. With so many outstanding DVDs released, I try to avoid the ones that just take an old movie and slap it on DVD. I made an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four stories going on at once. There’s the one with Jane Fonda and Alan Alda who used to be married, they have a daughter, and they're trying to decide who their daughter will live with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Smith and Michael Caine play a couple who are in town for the Oscars. She's nominated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Matthau is caught with another woman in his bed when his wife, Elaine May, shows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cosby and Richard Pryor play doctors who show up with their wives and argue about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Jane Fonda again. She's been gone from the screen for so long. Maggie Smith is still incredible in this movie after all these years. This is probably my favorite Walter Matthau performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cosby/Pryor segments are embarrassing. There are special effects involving a broken down car that are really poorly done. Their banter is just obnoxious. And I can maybe see Bill Cosby as a doctor. I keep seeing that credit from the Cosby show that identified him as a doctor, when in fact it's an honorary degree. But anyway, trying to imagine Richard Pryor as a doctor is too much of a stretch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great movie to see again. I’ll forgive the Cosby/Pryor segments for the chance to see Maggie Smith and Michael Caine spar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/suite2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/suite2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Smith and Michael Caine...and Richard Burton&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108727585719429837?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005RYKZ/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='California Suite'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108727585719429837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108727585719429837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108727585719429837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108727585719429837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/california-suite.html' title='California Suite'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108727348397150611</id><published>2004-06-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:45:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/hudsonbay.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/hudsonbay.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson Bay: The Day After Tomorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those epic roller coaster ride kinda movies.  It was a big event and you had to get there early and get in line. My wife and I got there 20 minutes before a showing and it was sold out.  No biggie.  We just decided to get tickets for the next show.  We found our theater down an empty hallway.  We planted ourselves on the bench.  We were first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some lady walks up and stands next to us.  She doesn't sit in the remaining space of the bench.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks around.  She starts wandering.  Soon, she has meandered from one side of the bench to the other...to the space that is between the bench and the door to the theater.  Very sneaky.  Now she thinks she's first.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a family of a dad and his three boys shows up.  They sit across the hall at the very end.  Now they're directly across from the door.  They're now competing with the meandering lady for first place.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple marches down the hallway and sails right into the theater about 45 minutes before our scheduled showing...and about 15 minutes before the end of the prior showing.  Now, it's getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then people start lining up next to the dad and his boys.  One by one they come and they all start plopping down on the floor forming a line.  We're not in the line.  The line formed opposite us.  We were first.  But not anymore.  Now, we are outcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager comes by and asks what movie everyone is waiting for.  We point to the theater.  He asks the dad and the boys if they are the head of the line.  They reply that they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people flow into the still-viewing theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends and folks start to stream out.  Cleaning crews head in.  Then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the people that had stormed the theater at the very end get kicked out.  They stand in the doorway to the theater as soon as they reach the hallway.  Now, they are certainly "first" because they are clogging all entry to and exit from the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stand up from our various positions of "first" and we push to the doors.  I tell my wife that I’m going to plow forth and get seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh...we all are allowed in.  Trample trample trample.  There are no lines.  No one is first.  It's just a big pushy crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the seats that we wanted.  Thankfully, we were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.  The movie.  Yeah, we watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108727348397150611?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thedayaftertomorrow.com/' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108727348397150611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108727348397150611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108727348397150611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108727348397150611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108718753745185920</id><published>2004-06-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:31:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Sand and Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/ben_kingsley1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/ben_kingsley1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Connelly and Ben Kingsley in The House of Sand and Fog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in &lt;strong&gt;Fatal Attraction&lt;/strong&gt; when you think Glenn Close is dead in the bathtub and then she comes jumping up outta the water for one more go 'round?  Well, in &lt;strong&gt;The House of Sand and Fog&lt;/strong&gt;, there's a point where it just sorta goes haywire.  It's an interesting study in a complicated situation.  But then things start getting weird.  There's the movie that has the Oscar nominated performances of Ben Kingsley and Shohreh Aghdashloo...and then there's the Glenn-Close-in-the-bathtub part.  So when you are finished watching it, you aren't sure which movie you just saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108718753745185920?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001DMVBC/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='The House of Sand and Fog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108718753745185920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108718753745185920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718753745185920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718753745185920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/house-of-sand-and-fog.html' title='The House of Sand and Fog'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108718648017735081</id><published>2004-06-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:29:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My House in Umbria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/506x315_slideshow02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/506x315_slideshow02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy Clarke and Maggie Smith in My House in Umbria&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting film in that I found it so enjoyable to watch Maggie Wmith that I can't really tell you what the plot was. There was some complicated thing involving a bomb and bad guys and stuff. But the real attraction was just to keep your eyes on Maggie Smith. She's one of my favorites. Her interactions with the young girl in the movie were quite touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108718648017735081?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000CE684/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='My House in Umbria'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108718648017735081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108718648017735081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718648017735081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718648017735081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-house-in-umbria.html' title='My House in Umbria'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108718634246564329</id><published>2004-06-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:32:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/mona.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/mona.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those movies where you know what it's going to be like before you start watching it. People will be drawn out of their comfort zones and will change "for the better."  Wonder if there were really professors back in the day that had 21st century thoughts. It seemed to me that Julia Roberts' character was taken from the present day and plopped down in the 1950's. It was kindova hindsight bein' 20/20 kinda movie for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108718634246564329?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001ADAVK/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Mona Lisa Smile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108718634246564329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108718634246564329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718634246564329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718634246564329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/06/mona-lisa-smile.html' title='Mona Lisa Smile'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108718711694926364</id><published>2004-05-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:47:47.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Cellophane</title><content type='html'>After a week in which I was tooling and retooling my avatars at various forums as Mister Cellophane, I decided to just go for it and watch &lt;strong&gt;Chicago &lt;/strong&gt;again.  I watched my favorite musical numbers (&lt;em&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;/em&gt;, of course, as well as &lt;em&gt;Cell Block Tango&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Roxie&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;We Both Reached for the Gun&lt;/em&gt;) and then I went back and watched it with the commentary on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I was surprised that there was a commentary.  I musta forgotten about it. And secondly, it was very enjoyable and informative.  I learned a lot about the making of the movie.  Highly recommended...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I identify with the lyrics of Mister Cellophane.  Probably not a cool thing to admit self-esteem-wise, but there you go.  I’ve had many experiences where I felt invisible or inconsequential.  I’ll muse upon them here from time to time as they occur...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For now, in tribute....the lyrics of &lt;strong&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone stood up in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And raised his voice up way out loud&lt;br /&gt;And waved his arm&lt;br /&gt;And shook his leg&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone in a movie show &lt;br /&gt;Yelled "fire in the second row,&lt;br /&gt;This whole place is a powder keg!"&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even without clucking like a hen&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets noticed, now and then,&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, that personage should be&lt;br /&gt;Invisible, inconsequential me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Should have been my name&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause you can look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Walk right by me&lt;br /&gt;And never know I’m there&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Should have been my name&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Walk right by me&lt;br /&gt;And never know I’m there&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suppose you was a little cat&lt;br /&gt;Residin' in a person's flat&lt;br /&gt;Who fed you fish and scratched your ears&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you was a woman wed&lt;br /&gt;And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human being's made of more than air&lt;br /&gt;With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there&lt;br /&gt;Unless that human bein' next to you&lt;br /&gt;Is unimpressive, undistinguished&lt;br /&gt;You know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Should have been my name&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause you can look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Walk right by me&lt;br /&gt;And never know I’m there&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;Should have been my name&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can look right through me&lt;br /&gt;Walk right by me&lt;br /&gt;And never know I’m there&lt;br /&gt;Never even know I’m there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/Mister%20Cellophane%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/Mister%20Cellophane%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108718711694926364?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005JLSE/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Mister Cellophane'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108718711694926364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108718711694926364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718711694926364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108718711694926364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/05/mister-cellophane.html' title='Mister Cellophane'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108569050626305015</id><published>2004-05-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:52:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrowland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/tomorrowland.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/tomorrowland.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney Treasures: Tomorrowland&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been checking out &lt;strong&gt;Walt Disney Treasures: Tomorrowland &lt;/strong&gt;lately. It definitely  deserves to be called &lt;em&gt;treasures&lt;/em&gt;. I could watch just about anything that Paul Frees narrates. You'd recognize him as the Haunted Mansion  narrator. When I heard his voice on some of the shorts, I was  hooked. The EPCOT short is priceless. It's funny to me that it has no resemblance at all to the EPCOT theme park. I wish Walt were around to have actually carried forth his vision. I love EPCOT, but I would've really liked to have seen *his* EPCOT come to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108569050626305015?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000BWVAI/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='Tomorrowland'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108569050626305015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108569050626305015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108569050626305015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108569050626305015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/05/tomorrowland.html' title='Tomorrowland'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108569032640067450</id><published>2004-05-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:50:19.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/otoole.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/otoole.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Peter O'Toole is still alive. And he's in Troy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;strong&gt;Troy &lt;/strong&gt;last friday night. Ebert gave it a pretty low score. Was it a 2 out of 4? I thought it was pretty good escapist fare. I'm glad I didn't live back in those days. I wouldn't have survived long, that's for sure. Funny that so many folks were up in arms over the violence in &lt;strong&gt;The Passion of the Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. In &lt;strong&gt;Troy&lt;/strong&gt;, there's an impalement around every  corner. I guess people were uncomfortable with the fact that the violence in the passion represented Christ taking on the punishment of the sins of everyone; whereas in a movie like &lt;strong&gt;Troy&lt;/strong&gt;, one is just seeing people hacked up for no good reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108569032640067450?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://troymovie.warnerbros.com/' title='Troy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108569032640067450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108569032640067450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108569032640067450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108569032640067450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/05/troy.html' title='Troy'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108544171083277455</id><published>2004-05-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:49:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Go on Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/640/i%20could%20go%20on.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/1136/320/i%20could%20go%20on.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Could Go on Singing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one almost 2 weeks after the release date and was surprised to find it wasn't in the DVD Profiler database. I prepared a nice profile with scans and sent it in. on the next update, there was a crappy update with crappy scans. Sigh. It always happens for me that my update won't be accepted unless I first accept the nasty one. This is a pain since mine is already fixed up. Sure, I could lock some fields, but not all of them. There'll still be plenty to fix. Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This release is interesting. After all the screaming over the supposed intended pan &amp; scan only release, it was delayed in order to do the widescreen. Disappointment came when it was discovered it's not anamorphic. And it's two sided...pan &amp; scan on one side and letterbox on the other. I must say from watching the widescreen side that the transfer shows it's age. Lots of film grain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that perhaps they'd gussied up the pan &amp; scan transfer and just thrown the letterbox transfer on at the last minute, so I turned it over to check it out. Nope. Same crappy transfer. Only this time, I was looking at most of Dirk Bogarde on the right and only a sliver of Judy Garland on the left. Not cool. So I had to flip that over quick and get back to the letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, still a great movie. but the DVD release is bare bones. But at least it's out. whatchagonnado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108544171083277455?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001AW106/bonedaddy-20?dev-t=mason-wrapper%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2' title='I Could Go on Singing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108544171083277455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108544171083277455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108544171083277455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108544171083277455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-could-go-on-singing.html' title='I Could Go on Singing'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050966.post-108509127584248892</id><published>2004-05-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:49:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>I love the Disney treasures DVDs. How could you not? So this past Tuesday, they released Wave 3: "Walt Disney: The War Years"; "The Chronological Donald"; "Mickey Mouse in Living Color, Vol. 2"; and the seemingly elusive "Tomorrowland.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I’ve had spotty luck when it comes to finding them on street date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Wave 1, I decided to pick them up at the local Disney Store. Surely they would have all 4 of them; right? Wrong. they had 3. Davy Crockett was missing! Had to go back the next day for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For wave 2, I pre-ordered through Amazon to make sure I’d get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for Wave 3, I first thought I’d go to Costco. They were advertising a cheap price. Then rumors started cropping up that certain e-tailers were canceling pre-orders for "Tomorrowland". Was Disney canceling 1 of the 4 sets? Reviewers with pre-release copies confirmed its existence. At the same time that Amazon briefly stopped taking pre-orders, DVD Empire canceled its pre-orders and Costco dropped it from its website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon opened up pre-orders again. I decided to go with them. My pre-order indicated things would ship on release day, 5/18.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 5/18 came and went. It was 5/19 and my order looked the same as it ever did. I jumped over to the Disney Store and found many of each set in a glass cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cellophane moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the clerk asked if she could help me. I said, "yes, I -- " and at that moment, a pushy stroller mom thrust something between the clerk and I and said, "could I just ask you a question about this..." whereupon the clerk diverted her attention to solve the pushy stroller mom's problem. Tick tock. Back to me. So then I finally got all 4 of the Treasures. The clerk was very helpful in suggesting that she go through the sets to make sure I didn't get dented tins. Very nice. She knew my heart. Cancelled my pre-order with Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Amazon expressing disappointment. I got a canned response that said something about how they sometimes don't get the best information from their suppliers, blah, blah, blah. Well, I knew from the forums that other folks were getting their Treasures. So I wrote back and expressed further disappointment. I got a personal reply that time. She said that there had been a technical error that caused my order not to ship. I got that explanation plus an apology. "Hope you try Amazon again..."  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Treasures are very cool. Now if I only had time to watch them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050966-108509127584248892?l=movie-cellophane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/ref=pd_kk_sr_1/104-5218787-4732745?index=dvd&amp;field-keywords=disney%20treasures' title='Treasure Hunt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/feeds/108509127584248892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050966&amp;postID=108509127584248892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108509127584248892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050966/posts/default/108509127584248892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movie-cellophane.blogspot.com/2004/05/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>jlproffitt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://home.comcast.net/~jlproffitt/six_feet_under.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
