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Away From Her
Unforgettable
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A film’s true worth of greatness lies in its staying powering. One can rant and rave right after a viewing, but months later, will you even care? Well, two months after catching a screening of Away From Her, the jarring tale of a husband slowly losing his wife to Alzheimer’s, I am incapable of letting it go from my system. And why would I want it to? It’s not only one of THE best films of the year, but probably one of the single greatestist directorial debuts in recent memory. Who woulda thunk that Canada’s version of Parker Posey, Sarah Polley, had it in her to make something so mature, so poignant on her first full length jaunt? I guess when you work with such hotness as Atom Egoyan, David Cronenberg, Michael Winterbottom and Hal Hartley, some of that magic is gonna rub off on ya. It also didn’t hurt that her trio of leads consisted of the ever so lovely Julie Christie, the always bubbly Olympia Dukakis, and the why have I never heard of the beyond bestness that is Gordon Pinsent. While Christie plays the memory lost wife to perfection, it’s Pinsent’s eye and thigh-opening performance as the doting husband that keeps me from ever letting go. If P-Daddy doesn’t get an Oscar nom next year, I will boycott the Academy Awards. And if you don’t think I’m being serious, then tell that to the time machine that transported me back to the summer of 1980 where I joined my fellow American athletes by not going to Moscow
Netflex: actors turned directors aint so uncommon these days, but besides the obviousnesness bestnessness that is Clint Eastwood, be sure to czech out and re-czech out the work of Todd Field. Is there any tang butter than a double dip of In The Bedroom & Little Children [TWS review]. Eat my choda George Clooney and yer self-indulgent over-stylized movies!
Apt MPupil3: Skid Row‘s ‘I Remember You‘ [d|vid]
He Shoots He Scores… A Role: yesh, that wacky dude in the home is indeed a real hockey play-by-play man. His name be Ron Hewat and he was the voice of the Toronto Maple Leafs for 16 years
John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): BREAST IN SHOW•, duhvs
Also, opening today in erect theaters are two flicks we viddyed at last year’s Tribeca Film Fiest: the repoopulousishness that is Nate Fisher Hates Terrorists• [TWS review] and the much more delectable The Treatment [TWS review]. Wees seeing a handful of Tribeca flicks this weekend and will have a fool wrap up next weak. Until then, the balcony is clothed•….