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One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. |
Sunday, June 14, 1998
One year ago: The Mother of Philosophy
Friday I had coffee with a new acquaintance, and Saturday I was in the VIP section, for those of you who tend to read only the most recent entry.
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Flag day, and the last day of the 24th Annual Seattle International Film Festival. The final secret festival show was a movie with many local connections. I wasn't as thrilled with it as some audience members were, or as the film makers were. I just don't get into many dramas about folks dying of AIDS or cancer, and the problems their caregivers face. I've dealt with those issues in real life, so movies on those topics can be either too painful, or too romanticized. The film maker kept calling the movie "a fable," but I didn't get the chance to ask him exactly what he meant by that (and "questions" that weren't gooey and mushy raves about the movie weren't too warmly received).
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I walked down to the Harvard Exit for my final, really final movie of the festival. There were shows this evening, including a closing gala with awards and a party, but I have had ee-nuff! I got a copy of the Fool Serious movie ratings, which is a poll of all full-series pass holders who want to participate, rating all the movies they see. My friend Jon Newman is involved in this, and I hope he'll have the results online soon. If not, I'll put them in my festival index.
Carried Away
Filmed in Seattle, but you wouldn't know it if you didn't live here, since recognizable landmarks aren't shown. This is a story of a man who steals a Vermeer from an art gallery, mostly on impulse. It had some good moments, but a lot of awkward ones as well. I don't recommend it. I did like Matt Riedy as an artist working on a big fortune cookie project. He makes the fortune into a modern ritual: a certain way to open the cookie, what a fortune might mean.
A--- and I ate at My Favorite Piroshky. We discussed an incident that had occurred earlier in the day: a passholder that often sits in front of us apologized for losing her temper a few nights ago. She yelled at someone who was standing in the aisle while the movie was going on, instead of getting into zir seat. A--- told me that our acquaintance had apologized to him before I got there, saying "And I apologize to your wife, too!" I wonder how many other people think that we are a couple. It isn't surprising, when we sit together so often and get along well.
A-- went on to further movies, while I stopped at the new Cellophane Square used CD store, and Twice Sold Tales used book store, then took the bus back to the top of the hill.
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