Movies movies and more movies

I’ve been on a bit of a movie kick lately. We had another movie night with my folks last Saturday. We watched the Dutch film “Antonia’s Line.” It wasn’t a comedy, but we all liked it. I found the narration just a tiny bit annoying. It seems weak when a movie resorts to voiceover narration.

This past Monday, we went to see “The Jane Austen Book Club” at the Woodstock Town Hall Theater. It was a total chick flick, but Dave was good-humored about being one of only 3 men in the audience. I liked the movie better than the book, which I read last year.

I recently discovered that my Netflix subscription includes 5 hours of instant movie viewing on the internet per month. So far I’ve watched “Two for the Road” with Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney and “The Hours,” a triptych riff on themes from Virginia Woolf’s novel “Mrs. Dalloway.”

I had never seen “Two for the Road” before and loved it (even if Audrey Hepburn is impossibly thin in it). I’m considering renting the DVD to watch with Mom and Dad because the scenery is so lovely as they drive around Europe. My only hesitation is that there’s a lot of flashing forward and backward and then forward and partway back again, which will be hard for my dad.

I did see “The Hours” when it first came out, but I saw so much more in it this time. I hadn’t read “Mrs. Dalloway” before seeing it the first time so I wonder if that made the difference. Or maybe I just go through periods when I can concentrate better on what I’m watching than at other times.

There have been times I’ve tried to watch a movie and it might as well have been in Swahili without subtitles for all I was able to comprehend. It’s nice to know I haven’t completely lost my mind, even if I have no idea what I’ve done with my set of keys right now.

Friday Night at the Movies

When I was a kid, we often used to watch “Friday Night at the Movies” on TV as a family. I’m sure this depended upon the suitability of the movie for whatever age I and my siblings were, but I remember the excitement as the show opening music and graphic came up. Sometimes we made popcorn.

Last night we brought dinner and a movie to my parents’ apartment and I think it’s going to become a regular habit. The movie was the poignant Italian comedy “Bread and Tulips.” (I liked the original title “Pane e Tulipani” so much I repeated it over and over in the car all the way home, complete with hand gestures. It’s a wonder Dave didn’t leave me on the curb in West Leb.)

This was actually our second Friday night movie this month. Two weeks ago we brought over the French comedy “The Valet,” which was very amusing, but not as heartwarming as “Pane e Tulipani” (there I go again).

The European comedies seem to work well for us. We all need a little lightheartedness, and I think my Dad enjoys the scenery. The cast of “Pane e Tulipani” included the Swiss actor, Bruno Ganz, in one of the supporting roles. I love his face.

I’m hoping to get a couple of Swiss films eventually. In particular, I would like to see “Late Bloomers” (aka “Die Herbstzeitlosen”), which is about four older women in the Emmental region of Switzerland who turn the local corner shop into a chic lingerie store, throwing the whole community into disarray. The Emmental (apart from being the place of origin of what we commonly call “Swiss Cheese”) is a very traditional farming community in the heart of Switzerland.

Unfortunately, “Late Bloomers” does not appear to be slated for video release anytime soon, but last year’s Swiss film “Vitus,” also featuring Bruno Ganz, is coming out next month.

Happiness is …

As anyone who was alive in the 70s knows, happiness is a warm puppy.

My 12-year-old puppy is curled up at my side right now. Now that the mornings are cooler (and I stubbornly refuse to turn on the furnace), she is more inclined to cuddle with us. This makes me happy. Never mind that if I so much as twitch a muscle, she will leap up and start petitioning for food and a walk.

For the past 6 months, I have been following the story of this guy in New York City who has been trying to make no (negative) impact on the environment for year. This means a lot of things, but chiefly he is living on the 9th floor of New York apartment building without electricity, eschewing the use of the elevator, walking or bicycling everywhere, and eating only locally grown and produced food. He also isn’t buying anything new for a year. He and his family (he and his wife have one child and a dog) have been doing this for about 10 months.

This is all background because today he wrote about happiness and, essentially the role community plays in happiness. This feels true to me. The more connected we feel to the people around us, the more happy we are.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man