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Love In The Time Of Cholera, 2007

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Having read the book a long time ago, my memory was a little fuzzy in making the usual comparison between the book and movie adaptation, and well, I don't quite know if I liked it or not… which is neither here nor there, but then again, so also was the storyline.

A love that holds out for 50+ years has to grab you one way or the other, no doubt about that, but still, I wonder about the sincerity of it. Or perhaps I need adjust my perspectives on the concept of pining for a love that is beyond one's reach. Perhaps it is not all desolation and solitude; rather, perhaps it is the exact opposite of that which is employed as a coping mechanism. How else to explain away the incessant affairs through a lifetime whilst waiting for your true love?

Javier Bardem is good no matter what role and Shakira's haunting vocals in the backdrop of the lovely Colombian landscapes makes for a pleasant viewing, all things considered.

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The Reader, 2008

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The aftermath of the holocaust serves only as the backdrop to this fascinating story and isn't by any means the sole focus of it as may be the misconception. Brilliantly constructed and presented, the story has multiple layers and angles by which to view the human condition.

It is primarily a love story that transcends age and time, which in and of itself is enough to leave one in awe of the beauty of such a phenomenon. But beyond that, it is a window into the complexity of the human psyche that has the ability to blur the lines between right and wrong, and render everything to be relative.

This is a story of an absolution that is received without it being given; a redemption that is achieved despite the central character's inability to process absolutes; a story of restoring sublimity and meaning even when second chances might be dismissed; a story of a love that is relentless in its ability to persevere in the harshest of terrains regardless of the promise of any further fruition; a story that affirms the amazing power of the written and spoken word. "…it doesn't matter which you heard– the holy or the broken hallelujah!"

Two thumbs up to the acting and the nice juxtaposition of past and present that is quite seamless in how the story plays itself out.

Go see it. 

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The International, 2009

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Big conspiracies in high places and a lot of suits doing a lot of globe-trotting. Sadly, not enough suspense.

Clive Owen might be a babe alright, but needed something more to make his character memorable. And if you haven't seen the Guggenheim, well then, you get a pretty good feel for what its like on the inside thanks to the prolonged shootout that happens there.

Nice cinematography of the views of Berlin and Milan also.

All in all, so-so. [this is no indication of the quality of the film, but I must admit I dozed off mid-way for a little bit and was told that I hadn't missed too much anyway…]

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Taken, 2008

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No type-casting for Neeson in this film, and all things considered, quite a surprisingly crafty performance, although no matter how remarkable the acting, it is the story in the end that really matters. But the story is a predictable one, with its share of drama and suspense and fast-paced action that has a all's-well-that-ends-well ending, but isn't remarkable in any particular way.

Yes, one identifies wit the horror, despair and outrage of being a parent who has a child kidnapped, but the almost super-human reaction portrayed by Neeson to fight back (and succeed in his every move) is one for the heroes among us.

The sex-trafficking of young women from anywhere in the world, but particularly from the West, is a chilling reality (reinforced in real-life with a similar incident in a nearby town just last week!) depicted quite well that made me reach for my cell in order to text my own kids at home even while Neeson was zigzagging the streets of Paris hunting down the bad guys!

Given the state of current offerings, I'd say its worth going to the movies for– as opposed to waiting for the DVD. 

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Slumdog Millionarie, 2008

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The hype is over the top and this movie is overrated. It is a well-made movie, but it is not remarkable. Neither is it earth-shattering, and it didn't blow me out of the water like I was expecting it to. The story is a feel-good one, but the plot has many holes in it.

Given that it is not the standard Bollywood masala movie, such holes need addressing, such as: how did he get on the show in the first place? a minor allusion wasn't sufficient. I've seen many a good Hindi movie that have the Bombay underworld depicted far more graphically, so this was all small potatoes. And as for the big surprise ending that's being talked about, I didn't think it was anything but predictable.

See Anil Kapoor's Parinda for a great story about surviving (or not) in the drug mafia of Mumbai, and that's one story of a heart-wrenching romance with a twisted ending that will leave you in a puddle. 'Crash' from a few years back also did the same. But, I'm sorry to say Slumdog didn't do that for me.

And Dev Patel's quasi-British accent was a tad annoying– I mean if you're from the slum, you gotta sound like it, even in English! So, yeah, go see it if you can't wait for the DVD.

Final note: the cinematography gets higher marks than the storyline.

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Boosting America, in Her Own Fashion

But let’s be honest, many of us want to discuss the first lady’s dress, too: Did it fit well? Was the color right? Why didn’t she wear a belt? Whether she likes it or not, her message of optimism and inclusiveness is often transmitted through her appearance. Many of her predecessors put their political and social causes first: Lady Bird Johnson kept America beautiful, Nancy Reagan just said no, Hillary Clinton pushed for health care. Michelle Obama herself fights against childhood obesity. But more than any first lady since Jacqueline Kennedy, she also captures our attention with her fashion.

As a result, everyone becomes a fashion critic when Mrs. Obama makes an appearance in the House of Representatives chamber or on the North Portico steps. The fashion commentary follows her even on less formal occasions, as when she strides across the South Lawn or steps off Air Force One. Beige leggings? Hiking shorts? Bare feet? Every body part and frock elicits an opinion.

Just last week her choice to wear a British-designed red organza dress for the state dinner honoring Hu Jintao, the Chinese president, caused a furor among fashion industry leaders. Oscar de la Renta, Diane von Furstenberg and the Council of Fashion Designers of America all weighed in, saying they were a little disappointed with the first lady for not supporting the American garment industry. In Women’s Wear Daily, Bridget Foley wrote, “To wear something other than American at this particular trade-centric mega-fete embarrasses a major U.S. industry that continues to need all the help it can get.”

Perhaps they are missing the point.

Michelle Obama’s impact on fashion extends far beyond the “made in America” label stitched into her dress. The optimism, glamour and accessibility that she communicates through her style of dressing transcends cultural borders and economic boundaries. Yes, she is sometimes an ambassador for American designers, but more important, she is an ambassador for the self-possession that defines American style.

Maybe she chose not to promote a specific American brand at the state dinner last week, but she certainly promotes a healthy sense of enjoyment and individuality in fashion. With her brio and idiosyncratic clothing choices, Mrs. Obama has rewritten the dress code for women who work. We wear cardigans now instead of always jackets, flats instead of impossibly high platform heels. We have a little fun with fashion, even to the point of being more frivolous.

And, most important, we dress for ourselves, something the first lady does so effortlessly it’s hard to imagine that there had ever been any dress code for her position. With her floral prints and hula hoops, she’s not afraid to flaunt her femininity — so why should the rest of us be?

No matter what hopes we pin on her husband, or disappointments we suffer, Americans look to Michelle Obama to set the emotional tone of his administration. As we are with all first ladies, we are subconsciously invested in her looking good — it’s almost as if there’s some sort of national pride at stake. But her decision to wear an American-designed dress doesn’t make it easier for American designers to sell more clothes in the Chinese market.

After all the discussion of the red dress at the state dinner, Mrs. Obama stepped into the House chamber on Tuesday for the State of the Union address in a silvery-white sheath by the American designer Rachel Roy. Its color and simplicity signaled fresh beginnings — as did that inaugural gown she wore in January two years ago. For this there was not so much criticism. Only a lot of American women silently thinking about where they might find a simple, pale sheath dress.

Kate Betts is the author of the forthcoming “Everyday Icon: Michelle Obama and the Power of Style.”

via nytimes.com 

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Art Exhibit: Painting Coast-to-Coast

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Earlier this week, I took in an absolutely lovely art exhibit on my lunch hour at the Jacobs Gallery on campus.  It is an exhibit that features work from more than 15 artists from around the country displaying various painting styles. 

A write-up on the exhibit appeared in the campus newspaper this week, and can be found here. 

The exhibit is called Painting Coast-to-Coast and runs until March 11. 

Stop by, if you can.  If not, check out the pictures I took while there.  Amateur though they might be, they do capture the remarkable beauty and character of each of the pieces, I think.  The slide show follows:

 


 

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Gran Torino, 2008

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No action thriller, this. It may even seem somewhat slow at times, but a shadow of Dirty Harry is back! Still, that isn’t the focus or scope of this movie. What it is, is a careful and heartbreaking study of the human condition as seen in the life and circumstances of a man now old and alone (but at one time a soldier in the Korean war, and later a family man working toward the American dream), weathered with time and having no expectations from the retired life he leads. If anything, the loneliness and grief of loss of his wife is more than good reason to have embraced a cynicism, nay, a disdain for everything and everyone around him. Until the most unlikely of people enter his life, and despite all resistance to their friendly advance, things begin to change.

From within such an unlikely setup, comes forth a most startling truth: the bonds of blood are meaningless where there is no love. However, where love, compassion and consideration abound, life is renewed, nay, resurrected, and one is left in awe of the fact that nothing else in common is needed either– no blood ties, no commonalities of culture, race, age, language or anything else really matter.

 

So strong is the human connection that is rooted in love that the ultimate sacrifice is gladly made for a mere friend– without apology or regret. 

Oh, BTW, that Gran Torino is a fine-looking car– if you care about cars, that is.

And please, somebody, give that 70+ year old actor with a 50-year acting career to his name another Oscar, please!

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