With the missus off Factoring Moose in our Gentle Neighbor To The North, I gots some time on my hands. Like most of you - ok, both of you - sometimes when I read movie reviews, something about them sticks in my mind and a "Ding" goes off in my brain when I see them among the bazillions of movies the nice folks at Cox bring me each month for slightly less than $200.
This week I got dinged twice: once with "Festival Express", a documentary about a trainload of hippiepinkofags including Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia, The Band, Buddy Guy and others of their ilk riding west across Canada in 1970, doing gigs every other night and jamming on the train in between. Little wonder most of em's dead now.
Tonight I caught "The Sea Inside" which I'd remembered getting real good reviews from peeps I'd agreed with pastly. It's a Spanish film, subtitled, and man oh man. I knows there's chick flicks and stuff, but this one had me getting all puffy-eyed and sniffly before the end of the third act. Superb acting, understated directing, amazing subtlety, what I used to call a Powerful Film until the daughters threw that term back at me after I made them watch Free Willy - a Paarful Film.
Back to the narrative: so I google (that's a verb now, right?) the film, to see how other cogent (sorry) viewers reacted to the flick. Here's the first I review I happed upon, no kidding:

1 comment:
So you found someone whats rites the same stile as youseff, eh?
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