Taking Woodstock

Last night, after an epic trip to Seattle (read: Indian style gyros and driving in rainstorms), some friends and I rented Taking Woodstock instead of going to see a movie in theaters.

A few months ago, I think, I posted about how excited I was to see this movie.

That excitement was totally justified.

Most of the action centers around a family who run a failing resort in the Catskills. Imelda Stauton is brilliant as the stereotypical Jewish mother, occasionally breaking into rants about Nazis. I also really liked Demetri Martin's performance as the frustrated, slightly neurotic son. He wants to go to California to be a painter/designer, but has instead been roped into helping with the motel and being president of the chamber of commerce in his small, conservative hometown.

Luckily! His two obnoxious positions put him in just the right place to have the power to authorize the hippie music festival that has been forced out of another town in the area. I really liked how this movie showed the opposition to what these kids were doing. There were all these assumptions that Woodstock would dissolve into violence, things would be stolen, property damaged. Besides from the effects of having a couple of thousand people in one place, not a lot of that really happened. But the people in the town wanted them out. It's that opposition that I think we're lacking these days. The tension between generations that gave people something to rebel against. Perhaps that would produce more action out of what seems a largely apathetic youth. I'm sure we're not, I just don't see it.

Ang Lee, as usual, is an expert at creating a full world. All the details were taken care of and the side plots were just as delightful as the main story. Liev Shrieber's character, the drag queen (I think) security guard, was utterly charming. The buildup of Elliot's romance with Dave the Construction Worker (Adam LeFevre) was very nicely presented without being overdone. There were also great cameos by Paul Dano (Little Miss Sunshine) and Mamie Gummer, who I like more the more I see of her.

In conclusion - the sixties don't look too bad when Ang Lee directs it.

Serial Mom

I just finished, like twenty minutes ago or something, the John Waters film "Serial Mom."

My original response was, what the fuck, but it's growing on me and I think I have a few things worked out.

First. Kathleen Turner is a goddess. I don't care what else she's done before or since, in this film she is impeccable.

Next. Holy shit, how does John Waters write this stuff and get away with it?

So it's about this family. There's Kathleen Turner, Jack McCoy from Law and Order, Shaggy from the Scooby Doo Movie (or that one guy from Without a Paddle, if you saw that), and the original Tracy Turnblad from Hairspray. Now imagine all of them having breakfast. Pretty trippy. Then you realize, all the boys walked out of a Backstreet Boys music video and Kathleen Turner is fucking insane. She kills people. All the time. But it's insane in a beautiful, mesmerizing, frightening way. It's like watching a burning building - beautiful and terrible. Along with some alarmingly frank views on the idea of fame in this country.

And you giggle through the whole thing. Quite a masterpiece. Maybe when I'm done with all the Meryl Streep movies, I'll watch all the John Waters movies.

Julie Andrews down the hall

Julie Andrews lives in my dorm. Seriously, she does. I haven't seen her yet, but she does. She lives at the end of my hall, by the tea pantry. She has a sign on her door letting us know where she is. Usually she's having a lie in, but sometimes she's flying a kite, cross dressing, or being more awesome than Audrey Hepburn.

And she's become part of our community. The other night, as a friend of mine was getting ready to head out into the rain, she called to us,

"Tell Julie I'm borrowing her umbrella."

"Okay," we responded.

See - the spirit of Julie Andrews is in our lives, brightening our days.

Loving Glamour

I love celebrity. It sounds whorish, but I really do, I think it’s great. When I was in middle school I read People magazine religiously. There’s something about it that, as the entertainment industry indicates, is addicting. But it’s dangerous too. It’s really, really dangerous. People build up these images of people who always look fabulous and always do cool things. When these celebrities unavoidably fail to match the image that has been created for them the fallout is terrible. I wonder if that that’s one of the hidden blessings of the tabloids. They show all the screwed up, potentially fictional, aspects of these people. It’s like they’re say, “Look, fuck off! These people aren’t special, they’re just as screwed up as you.”

But now it sounds like I’m saying that we shouldn’t create celebrities and I don’t think that’s true at all. I love that I have people like Meryl Streep and Bogie and Kate Winslet in my life to be fabulous and glamorous. I know there’s more to them then glamour. They’re imperfect and have their faults, but that’s part of them. They’re people I can adore. I know that sounds unhealthy. Maybe it is. I don’t need to know them, they don’t need to be wrapped up in my life drama, I don’t need to be wrapped in theirs, they can just be shading in my life that is always a bit of brightness and light. And I can love them for fulfilling that role in my life.

Sometimes I’m okay with people not quite being what I thought they were. Take James Dean, for example, no matter what I learn about his life, I don’t care. He’s still interesting and I like having him around. It’s the same with Marilyn Monroe, it doesn’t matter how screwed up she was, I still think she’s enchanting.

But it’s still dangerous loving the celebrity. As much as I love them, they’re still people. I know that. I really do, just sometimes I forget. They can’t always live up to the expectations I set for them. And that’s what I’m going through right now. I thought I could overlook everything that wasn’t quite wonderful, but of course they weren’t And when they’re not as wonderful as I thought, they kind of break my heart.

Side note: It would appear that during the school year, this blog is on hiatus.

Up

At school, when I'm not reading my Spanish romance novel for my Spanish lit class (the descriptions are fantastic, "el rey del acero"), I'm part of the film series committee. We show movies on campus every weekend. This first six week series of the year is a pretty great lineup, we have some great movies coming up. Star Trek is next weekend and Some Like it Hot is in the near future.

Tonight was the first movie of the year and it was Up. I ended up showing it and no matter how many more screenings I run, none of them will be more hilarious in retrospect.

We use one of the larger lecture halls on campus for most of our screenings. I do not attend a large college, so it is not the biggest lecture hall, but it works fine. I showed up twenty five minutes before so I could remember how to use the equipment. After ten minutes the room was totally packed. I watched from the front of the room as we slowly blocked all exits with sitting people and went above and beyond maximum capacity for the room.

"Guys... can we just make a little aisle? Please?"

In the end, I gave up and played the movie. I hadn't seen Up before. I didn't intend on seeing it, I was going to go do homework, but I couldn't get out of the room because of all the people. I really liked it, the characters were fantastic and it was so creative. I go to a women's college. For those of you who have not experienced watching a movie with a room full of girls should try it, it's hilarious. I mean that in the kindest way possible. By fifteen minutes into the movie, most of the room was sniffling audibly. Then they all started giggling. It's kind of adorable.

Streep Tease

I like living on the east coast, I really do. Right now the weather's a little nuts (thunderstorms all evening) and I'm not totally moved in yet. I'm still not sure if I really like the layout of my room. But otherwise, I'm quite thrilled with the east coast.

Except right now, I want to be on the west coast because I want to go to this.

All of Meryl Streep's major monologues performed by men. I don't even care it's in LA (the idea of this city frightens me a little), it has to be awesome.

I will watch the rest of Giant soon. It's weighing heavily on my soul.

Meryl Streep's Casablanca

I was directed to this article by my debate coach who writes the awesome blog decorabilia. The article, for those too lazy to skim it, is "written" by Meryl Streep for The Onion and discusses how she's a great actress but doesn't really have a solid major piece of cinema to her name. Now, no matter what I may think personally, the article kind of has a point. None of her big movies are generally recognized as movie masterpieces. In other words, she doesn't have a Gone with the Wind or Casablanca to her name.

But I was challenged to prove otherwise.

My first thought was The Hours. Based on a Pulitzer Prize winning novel, about a famous dead person, absolutely fantastic cast (don't get me started, there is so much talent in this movie it's a wonder the theater didn't explode) and director and costumes by Ann Roth. There were nine Academy Awards nominations and Nicole Kidman won best actress for her role as Virginia Woolf. So - quality film, but not really a "classic piece of cinema" to quote the article. I'm not sure why, I think it's fantastic, but this is my theory. First, the storyline is really convoluted. There are three interwoven storylines in three different eras and thus it's kind of difficult to get attached to any one person. Second, there are really uncomfortable scenes in this movie. To give some examples, that scene with Meryl Streep and Jeff Daniels where she just loses it and starts sobbing hysterically in the kitchen. I think it's one of the most impressive scenes of her career, but lets face it, it's really uncomfortable to witness. There's also the scene with Nicole Kidman and Stephen Dillane at the train station where she's trying to flee to London. Also incredible acting, but so painful to watch. There's a difference (I think) between sad, which causes empathy, and painful, which just makes you feel awkward and want to look away. I think the painful scenes are painful because we can identify so much with the scene that it's difficult to watch. And that can make them a little unpopular. And third, there isn't really a resolved ending. The ultimate message is, life goes on, in the end it doesn't really matter. Audiences don't really like that. We like - the robots lost! or yes, you can beat cancer! or I am a better person now! So. The Hours. Popular with critics, not exactly a "classic piece of cinema."

Then I thought Postcards from the Edge, but no matter how much I love that movie, I seem to be the only person in the world besides Debbie Reynolds who has seen it. And I thought Plenty was hilarious but not exactly classic material.

So after giving it a lot of thought - here is my final response. Silkwood is Meryl Streep's Casablanca. I may like The Hours better, but Silkwood follows way more of the "classic" formula. First, Ann Roth did the costumes. This is a requirement for me. It's important. People just look better that way. Second, it's about a important social issue, radiation poisoning. A modern example of this would Milk. Third, there is not a lot of happy going on, see The Reader, Kate Winslet's winning film, a movie loaded with unhappy. Fourth, the main character gets ugly (i.e. Charlize Theron in Monster). Lets face it, Meryl Streep is not that attractive in this movie. Her hair should be taken it out and shot. Fifth, it's based on a true story. Bio-pics, as Milk, Walk the Line and Ray have shown, really do matter. Sixth, Cher plays a lesbian. Also, for bonus points, Cher was nominated for an Oscar. And it was her first film. How cool is that? The whole film garnered five Academy Award nominations including actress and director (Mike Nichols). And the critical reception was not too bad. Opening weekend it was twelfth at the box office with limited release, but was number one when it went to a wider release. All the important "classic" criteria, lots of Oscar attention. Sounds important.

Okay, so it may not have survived as well as it could have, but you know what, neither has Bonnie and Clyde.

Migration

Moving is such a bitch. Does college count as moving? I never know. I pack up and move most of my shit to other side of the country, then nine months later I do it all over again. It's like migration. I feel like some sort of bird. Did you know the golden plover migrates from Alaska to Hawaii every year? To some, that might appear as overkill.

I don't mind my migration too much, once it's finished. I still have to get everything settled in my dorm room and figure out classes. It all seems like a daunting task. Maybe that's why I like where the mainstream cinema has gone with movies. Everything can go completely to pieces seventy minutes in, but usually everything will work itself out in the end. All the lose ends will be put back together, main characters will make major changes in personality and character and it will all be okay. Sure, it's not realistic, but it's still kind of comforting. Maybe I can be that strong, independent person who gets their shit together, even if takes some montage scenes and cheesy music to get there.

Since I've been here, the girlfriend and I have seen Chicago, Watchmen and last night we finished up Romancing the Stone. All of them were rewatches for me. I really like Romancing the Stone, it's a nice balance between parody and unabashed schmaltz. Still have to get through the last hour of Giant, but I'll get around to it, it's on netflix watch instantly. Sometime between settling in the room and the first class. I want to find out what happens to Liz Taylor.

As an addition to my half assed comments on Julie and Julia, Julie Powell posted a link on her blog to a piece she just wrote to commemorate the death of her cat. It sort of echoes what I was trying to talk about in regards to the sweetening of her character. As she said, she would never call Julia Child adorable. I loved that the Julie in the book wasn't a perfect person who swore a lot and wasn't obnoxious. I went into the book thinking it would be a total chick flick, but you know, Meryl Streep was doing the movie, so I thought I should read it. I was so pleased to find a character that wasn't one of those annoying, prissy, weepy girls from normal chick flicks, instead it was someone I could empathize and relate with. Julie Powell was actually someone I would want to have lunch with. It's just sad that what I thought was one of the best parts of the book didn't make it into the movie.

Julie and Julia

These are half assed comments on Julie and Julia, now that I've seen it twice. It seems like most of the movies I've seen in theaters this summer, I've seen multiple times. I saw Star Trek twice, I saw Harry Potter three times. Next one I really want to see is Taking Woodstock because it combines lots of things I like (the 60s, hippies, Ang Lee, Imelda Staunton, Mamie Gummer) and puts them in one complete package. But I digress.

I really liked Julie and Julia. It was very different than the book, which I've read, and the blog, which I've read bits of. You can read the blog too. Go click on the link that says "What could happen." That sounds kind of ominous. Most people I've talked to about the movie have said they liked the Julia parts more than the Julie parts. I did too. Several reasons. One - costume designer Ann Roth (who I'm privately obessed with and wish would dress me on a regular basis) clearly has a grand time dressing people up for Paris in the late 40s. The costumes are amazing. All the colors (okay, the set designer helped too) make it beautiful to look at. Two - Julia Child (the person) was, I think, a sort of larger than life person. In height, voice, character and spirit. And Meryl Streep is clearly having fun with that. There's also the fantastic chemistry between Meryl Streep and Stanely Tucci, who seem to genuinely like each other. Three - the character of Julia is just more likeable than the character of Julie. I don't think this is Amy Adams' fault or Julie Powell's fault. When reading the book and the blog, I genuinely liked the Julie I found there. She was spunky, slightly crude, and hilarious. The movie version has been sweented down so much she becomes whiney.

That isn't to say I didn't like the Julie segments. I empathized with the frustration of not being able to finish things and feeling unsure in life and having your hero turn out to be slightly different than you thought. And, lets face it, Amy Adams is always slightly adorable. Even in Doubt, which is very good and she is excellent as a dramatic, serious character, I still had moments of "Aw, Amy Adams."

It's really good, I was surprised how much I liked it. You leave the theater in a wonderful haze of good and believe that maybe things will turn out okay in the end. We will all find true love and waltz off into a sunset of good cooking and book deals.

Next up - finishing Giant (it's epic.) and moving back to the east coast.

Thanks for the Memories

Since the most recent celebrity death is the first I've actually really cared about, I thought I should say something. (Honestly, I thought Farrah was sad and I watched in utter fascination at the spectacle that followed Michael Jackson's death.) I didn't think about John Hughes the person, but the work of John Hughes has had a big influence on me. I haven't seen a lot of his movies, I was born too late to catch a lot of them when they were big, but I love the ones I have seen.

I vividly remember the first time I saw Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I was on a boat and I was about eleven or twelve. It was hilarious. A lot of the humor I was way too young for, but I still found so much that made me laugh. It gave me this idea of what I wanted from high school, this sort of nebulous feeling or concept, which I never found, but it made thinking about it in middle school a lot less scary. And I've always kind of secretly wanted to be Ferris Bueller, just to be that cool. I was never cool in high school. Sort of like I've always wanted to be Humphrey Bogart. Not a serious aspiration, just a passing fancy.

My parents brought home The Breakfast Club. It's really because of them I've seen all the "important" movies I've seen. They had a mental list of films they thought I "should" see. It's good. When I was younger I had horrible taste in film. Well, not horrible, just more adventurous. I would see anything if I liked the back of the box enough. I saw some weird stuff. Anyway, The Breakfast Club was one of the ones they thought I "should" see. I'm glad they did. I loved it. It's a big talking movie, and we don't have enough of those. For an art form that came from the theater (I presume) we have remarkably little talking in our movies. And this was a movie that talked about all the hard things. I'd never seen that in a movie before. It made everything so much more real. I was fascinated.

That one, especially, made me want to write movies. I wanted to write things like that. Maybe I will some day. It was one of the first times I'd ever wanted anything to do with that profession, up till then I'd always wanted to be an ornithologist. So I'm sad about John Hughes because his movies have meant so much to me.

Comfort Food

Movies are like my comfort food. Some people, when they're really upset, go eat a special food or go on a walk or do something important to them that calms them down. When I'm upset, I watch a movie. Sometimes I can't decide on a movie. Then I'm really upset.

I crave movies like people crave food. Lately, I've been craving Billy Elliot, not sure why, I have. So when I was visiting my cousins last weekend in Seattle, we rented it. It's a really good movie. I was reminded again just how talented Julie Walters is. It was directed by Stephen Daldry, who's directed three feature length films, all of which have received Oscar nominations. Pretty good track record. The whole piece is a lovely juxtaposition of UK Miner's Strike, very macro drama, and the Billy's coming of age (of sorts), very micro drama. Robin Black told us to always have two story lines going - that way one can support and play off the other.

To continue in the Stephen Daldry vein, I'm in a The Hours mood. (I've mentioned two of Daldry's three films, kudos to anyone who can name the third) I feel a bit like that scene in the kitchen with Meryl Streep and Jeff Daniels where she totally loses it and starts sobbing against the oven. I feel a bit like that. I wonder what my shrink would think of that.

But I know myself well enough to know movies, as much as I love them, will not solve my problems. They'll make me feel better, but they won't sort things out for me. That'd be pretty cool though. I bet Humphrey Bogart could handle my life much better than I do. Unfortunately Bogie isn't available, so I can't hide in a movie, I have to go figure it all out for myself.

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Now that I've seen Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince three times, I thought I should write something about it. I don't really consider myself a Harry Potter fan anymore, not in comparison to how I used to be. I was just about the perfect age for the Potter books. Sorcerer's Stone, (I always knew it at Sorcerer's Stone, not Philosopher's stone) came out in 1998, when I was eight years old. I was enchanted. No pun intended. I waited patiently for my Hogwarts owl until I was about twelve. By the time the last book came out, Harry and I were the same age. I thought that was a good way to end it. The events of the seventh book made me cry on a cross country plane from New York to Seattle. That was embarrassing.

And after the books, I considered that chapter of my life closed. I still read the occasional Harry Potter fanfic. But you know the Judy Garland song, thanks for the memories.

And these goddamn movies just keep drawing it out.

Okay, that makes me sound bitter. I'm not. I just feel a twinge of guilt when I see the people on opening night who's costumes are so much more hardcore than mine and knowing that just a short time ago I would have been that hardcore about it. It's kind of like a moving apart from a relationship. You're still friends, and you still love them, but they don't really have a speed dial number on your phone anymore.

After all this ruminating, I still enjoyed the movie. I think it's my favorite so far. They've been getting progressively better. It had good comedic moments. I always thought the movies made somewhat light books way too dark. I really liked the costumes. The kids are getting to be better actors. As usual, the older actors stole the show. Jim Broadbent was excellent and Helena Bonham Carter was terrifying. Dumbledore, my favorite character from the books, wasn't as stupid or as harsh as he had been and I appreciated that a great deal.

People have been hating on the movie because it wasn't close enough to the book. I think they're expecting way too much. I went into the theater expecting to be entertained, and this movie entertained the shit out of me. Perhaps I was able to reach this nirvana because I don't really remember the sixth book and didn't reread it. I think the movies and the books are separate entities and trying to push the together is unreasonable and unrealistic.

And for other Harry Potter inspired commodities, try Wizard Rock. I recommend the band The Moaning Myrtles. I acknowledge that I know absolutely nothing about music produced within the last thirty years, but I like The Moaning Myrtles. And one of the singers goes to school with me.

Or, even more intense, the Harry Potter musical, A Very Potter Musical. I haven't seen all of it yet, but it's hilarious. Draco Malfoy gets a whole new life from the somewhat pathetic creature he's become in the movies. Watch it in multiple youtube parts here.

The Caine Mutiny

Almost a week ago I watched The Caine Mutiny and then forgot about it. I didn't forget it intentionally. It was a really good movie. It also has Humphrey Bogart in it. I have been a Bogart fan longer than I've been a Meryl Streep fan. I've also been working on seeing all of his movies longer than I've been working on the Meryl Streep Project. I'm not going in chronological order for Bogart, some of his earlier stuff is way too hard to find, I'd never get to the good movies. But I've been trying to see all his movies since I was about thirteen or so.

The first one I saw was Casablanca. I think. Or maybe it was Sabrina. But Casablanca was a much more vivid experience. My mother brought it home. Probably from the library. A lot of my favorite things have come from the library - The Avengers DVDs, Keeping up Appearances episodes... mostly British TV. We watched the movie, I was enjoying it. Ingrid Bergman came on screen. In those days, when the most beautiful woman in the movie came on screen they liked to let you know by making the camera all fuzzy. So the camera went all blurry, and there's Ingrid Bergman. This vision. This goddess. I was thirteen and I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

This isn't quite the scene, but it will do.

Of course, then I watched Night in Casablanca, the Marx Brothers spoof of the original film. It's not my favorite of theirs, but it has one of the best chase scenes they did and one of the best openings.

And now I've totally deviated from the original idea: The Caine Mutiny. Based on a Broadway play which was based on a novel by Herman Wouk. It's not my favorite Bogart movie, but I still really liked it. It just wasn't that happy. But it's good. It's about this guy who's some lower ranked officer in the Navy, I don't know these things. He's kind of obnoxious and I had the feeling he secretly wanted to be Lieutenant Cable in South Pacific, but wasn't pretty enough. Lower Ranked Officer (LRO) gets assigned to this boat called the USS Caine. Other viewers besides me will probably get the biblical reference here. It took me twenty minutes. The boat's kind of a piece of shit. All the crew are slackers. LRO, because he's kind of high and mighty, gets all sniffy about it and is really happy when a new captain, Bogart, arrives. It soon becomes clear that Bogart is nuts. Having Bogart play anything but Mr. Awesome was a bit jarring. In this one he's nuts. The crew realizes that they're basically fucked and with a little help from a typhoon, they get to a mutiny. There's a trial and really not enough action and adventure. The ending is excellent though. I sat for a minute afterwards and said, "Well fuck." You know, one of those.

Prince Caspian

On Saturday I watched Prince Caspian on netflix watch instantly.  I'm a big fan of the watch instantly section of netflix.  It's good for people like me who are kind of impulsive and don't have a lot of patience.  I watched Swing Vote because it was there.  And it has Nathan Lane in it.  I will see anything Nathan Lane is in.  Even if it's terrible.  Case in point.  Swing Vote had moments, I remember chuckling, but I don't remember why.

The watch instantly section is also bad for people like me who have the attention span of a goldfish.  I've seen most of The Big Sleep, half of Blade Runner and the first fifteen minutes of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?.  They're all good movies, and I intend to finish them, I just keep getting distracted.

In light of all that, I'm kind of surprised I made it through Prince Caspian.  No Nathan Lane, not really a very thought provoking film.  But it wasn't too bad.  I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it.  The whole thing would have been greatly improved if Nathan Lane had been in the cast, but the several seconds of Tilda Swinton mostly made up for it.  I liked Liam Neesen as Aslan, and Eddie Izzard as Reepicheep the mouse.  Reepicheep was my favorite character when I read the books.

Out of Africa

I finished Out of Africa.  It only took me nine months.  It's a really long movie, okay.  

I didn't think it was that bad.  Not a waste of three hours of my life.  Meryl Streep is fantastic, as usual.  I refuse to like Robert Redford in anything but The Sting, which is an excellent movie and made me want to be a card shark when I was ten.  This would be a realistic goal if I had the patience for card games.  I have problems sitting through a game of cribbage.

Filming on location was a great decision.  The shots of Africa make up half the movie.  The other half is Meryl's accent and syphilis.  

Next up is Ironweed.  I think.  My list is buried somewhere on my desk and finding it would involve getting up.  Movement is overrated.  

I've been reading a lot of plays during my lunch break at work.  On Monday I finished Rabbit Hole by David Lindsey-Abaire.  It's a beautiful play.  You know everything you need to know about the characters by the end of the first scene.  The crafting is excellent.  I discovered they're making a film version of it with Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart as Becca and Howie.  I think Eckhart's a capable actor, he was great in Thank You for Smoking and The Dark Knight.  I used to love Nicole Kidman more than life itself, but I haven't been really impressed with what's she's been doing lately.  According to imdb, Diane Wiest and Sandra Oh are also in it.  After seeing Wiest kick ass in All My Sons in New York, I'm sure she'll be wonderful.  I hope it's good, I really hope it's good.  I just enjoyed it so much, I want them to do it justice.

I got through half of Spring Awakening (play version) and got bored.  I'm sorry, I tried, it was just dull.  Now I've started The Birthday Party by Pinter and so far it's good.  My cousin lent me an anthology, I have a lot of Pinter in my future.

I really didn't expect to watch a Meryl Streep movie last night, but somehow ended up watching one anyway.  I assumed that as soon as my friends got bored of Guitar Hero World Tour they would transition straight into DDR, but that was not actually the case.  We played Wii sports for a bit, I am terrible at tennis, then we projected Mamma Mia on to the wall.  It was unfortunately not the sing-along version because the boys needed a compromise or the movie wouldn't have happened at all, but we survived.  And once again, we had to confirm that Meryl Streep was not dead.  

We took a break to welcome in the new year with Martinelis and the fireworks display around the Space Needle on television.  The fireworks had a surprisingly cinematic theme, so I thought I'd share it.