September 8, 2006
It's Mr. Moon Who Plays a Tune
I was going to post one of those cute little lists of the first ten songs I listened to on my iPod this morning, but the list that came up was too embarrassing for even me to acknowledge. No, really, it was. The songs that popped up were of the type that had me wondering where the hell they came from and what state of mind I was in when I added them to my iPod. So, I've started another kind of list, a list of future deletions from the Pod, and we've got eight winners today.
So instead, I'll just share my enthusiasm for Pedro Almodóvar and his films. The Castro Theatre is showing his films all month long, part of a nationwide Pedro fest (Viva Pedro), starting with Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. I had only seen this movie once before, and it was a long time ago, and on VHS, so watching it again and on the big screen was a joy. I laughed, I cried, it was fabulous. Tonight starts All About My Mother, another one I'll be sure to attend. In fact, I'll probably see them all, except maybe Talk to Her, through which I fell asleep the first time I watched it, and the second time, I was kinda like "eh." There isn't any movie of his that I haven't liked, including Talk to Her. I'm especially delighted about seeing my absolute favorite, Live Flesh, on the big screen with Javier Bardem in all of his beefy, burly manhood. And while I'm loathe to dissect the movies and analyze his technique, his hidden meanings, etc., they are unique and unforgettable. A new movie, Volvér comes out on November 3rd, and I am too excited for words. I just watched the trailer again at Apple's movie trailer site—along with an intriguing new film starring Helen Mirren as the second Queen Elizabeth dealing with the death of Princess Diana, appropriately named The Queen—and I'm wet.
Six hours to go before I can make my excuses and get the hell back to reality. Tick tock.
