Rosemary, great picture! It’s good to “see” you here. Interesting to hear about the theatre clubs --it sounds like some theaters are doing creative marketing. I seldom go to a theatre because I miss too much of the audio and the two theatre complexes in my town rarely show foreign films which would have subtitles. But when I have been, I’ve wondered how families could afford to attend very often, especially when you consider the cost of concessions as well. (We smuggled our water bottles and nibbles into the Stieg Larsson film.)
Marjifay, do let us know when you get to see True Grit. I’m part of that very small minority that never saw the first one, with John Wayne, so am looking forward to your thoughts on which is the better. The few reviews I’ve seen seem to favor the new one.
Stomach flu forced me to cancel my Christmas visit to my West Coast families, so my New York daughter came to me instead of visiting friends in Nag’s Head. A quiet, but pleasant Christmas. She was nursing a cold and I was recouping, so we played board games and watched DVDs from Netflix.
I’d had Winter’s Bone for a few weeks, but wasn’t sure I wanted to see it – just not in the mood for what I perceived to be dysfunctional down-and-outers. What a surprise! Jennifer Lawrence does a wonderful job as the 17-year-old Ree Dolly, searching for her dead or alive father, much to the consternation of her meth-producing neighbors and relatives. Almost a one woman show. I’m so glad I saw it. The author of the book, Daniel Woodrell, lives in West Plains, MO, in the Missouri Ozarks. Supposedly, Missouri is the meth capital of the U.S. I don’t know, but a law was passed here recently requiring a doctor’s prescription to buy Sudefed or Muscinex, that type of cold medicine, to make meth ingredients harder to come by.
The other film we watched was You Can Count on Me, with Laura Linney and Mark Ruffalo which was okay, but not as good as Winter’s Bone. One might think they were both films with strong, determined sisters caring for their families, but I don’t thing strong is the right word for the Laura Linney film.