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It’s Best of time again, and here are my best of choices from this past year. Best Song No question on this one. Someone Like You by Adele. With lyrics like regrets and mistakes, they are memories made, there is nothing more to be said. The only issue with this song is that they are playing it too much. They did that to Celine Dion’s song for Titanic and I wanted to shoot myself every time it came on the radio. Chris Martin (the ...read more I wasn’t even going to go. I saw the entire Dragon Tattoo trilogy in subtitled splendor last year, and frankly, I thought it was another example of American self-centeredness when I heard the film was being done in English as well. I hate that we Americans are too lazy to sit through subtitled films and require them to be done in English instead. But it looked interesting in the previews, and I didn’t review it in Danish, so I decided ...read more Well, hello Michelle Williams. Wow. Kudos to you for sure, for you are totally mesmerizing as Marilyn Monroe—or frankly, as anyone at all. No one can take their eyes off you when you are on the screen. You are more bewitching than Marilyn was by many percentage points. My Week with Marilyn is a must-see. It’s a one-week snippet of Marilyn’s life, and it shows us her genius at manipulation and her vulnerability as a woman whose soul others can’t see through ...read more I have been a Sesame Street fan for many a moon. I love that it gives inner city kids a partial leg up on learning that they might otherwise not have had. Sesame Street debuted in the sixties, the brainchild of Jason Epstein and Joan Cooney, who wanted the kids in Harlem to have the same skill set as the kids on Park Avenue. So they brought them Bert and Ernie, Miss Piggy, and Kermit the Frog (my personal favorite), ...read more I love this movie. I’m going to go see it again, and then maybe one more time. It’s a chick flick with no romantic interest. Go figure. That alone makes it unique. It’s the story of David and Goliath, only they are baseball teams. It’s the story of a broken family. It’s a story of dreams unfulfilled. It’s a story about working together. It’s a story about believing you are right when there is no precedent for your ideas. So ...read more I love movies, and I love blogging. In the few years I’ve been writing Freesia Lane, I’ve reviewed many movies and TV shows. When HBO and other distributors started to send me movies and invited me to blog about them, I thought, Wow, I’m a reviewer. Ok, not so much, but I do love movies, and I really do love thinking during and after about what made a movie work or not work from my very limited female dreamer’s point of ...read more Today is Oprah’s last show, and I hope you will all watch it, because Oprah is my friend. Oprah went global two months after my fabulous daughter was born. I’m not sure when I started watching, but I’m pretty sure it was close to the beginning. At that time there was no such thing as TIVO, so I didn’t tape it. Let’s say I watched five times a month. I don’t remember any of those shows, but I do remember she ...read more Woody Allen: Genius writer, director, and actor—or narcissistic distorter of reality? Both, would be my answer, and Midnight in Paris leans toward the genius side of him. The dialog, the cinematography, the casting, and the characters will all remind you of someone in your own life—or sadly, possibly yourself. It’s a trip all right, and one worth taking. I think Woody Allen inserts the narrator (usually himself) into his films better than any writer in film today. You find yourself watching ...read more Arnold, Arnold, Arnold. Really? And as for the housekeeper/assistant—you couldn’t resign when you got pregnant? You had to stay in the household for ten more years? You had to provide Maria and the children with memories of yourself as an integral part of their personal lives, and all the while you were the mother to their husband’s/father’s child? Really? This story is not a new one. In other countries, it’s not a deal-breaker the way it is in the US of A. ...read more I am visiting my mother on Cape Cod right now, and my sister and I were trying to reach my aunt yesterday to figure out logistics for getting together. My aunt is never to be called at 2:00 p.m. because she is watching her soap opera (I can never remember which one it is). When I was a kid and we spent summers on the Cape, we knew never to go across the street to my aunt’s house when her ...read more |
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