Director Carlos Sorin takes us on the innocent adventures of three individuals from the same small Argentina town, all with the desire to make a day long trip to San Julian. Maria Flores learns that a game show she entered to be on has called her name, and she must sacrifice attending to her market and traveling with her baby for the possibility of fame and fortune of the game show. Don Justo received word that his long-lost estranged dog, Badface, was sighted in San Julian, and he is going to
On the cover, this film looks great. It's set in Oregon (I think it's southern Portland area), and has an all star cast.
The protagonist (Greg Kinnear) in the film doesn't understand his wife (Selma Blair). At all. She leaves him for another woman they met after one of her softball games. The film sort of follows their growing relationship. He runs a small coffee shop, employing a younger man, who is a recovering drug addict, and is looking for love as well. A wonderful girl
The Mirror is a foreign film set in Tehran, Iran. Jafar Panahi directed this film in 1998.
It begins by telling the story of a little girl left to find her own way from home after her mother apparently forgets to pick her up. Only being in 1st grade, she isn't clear on exactly HOW to get home, but is able to communicate with bus drivers and police landmarks that she recognizes.
Halfway through the film, she apparently gets tired of acting, and wants to quit shooting
For the most part, we don't watch the blockbusters. Every once in a while they might sneak in, but my brother-in-law is a director in a small video production firm, and has turned us on to some fantastic films, of which I would like to talk about here.
I also used to do movie reviews for the paper in college. I do thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy.
Today I want to talk about the movie Wild Strawberries. A 1957 Ingmar Bergman film, I think it's in Swedish,
Updated 08-03-2008 at 01:48 PM by mrtr33
Last night as I was leaving for one of the local pubs to sip some scotch, I opened the humidor, reached in and pulled out a neat little cigar (5” x 48 maybe?). It had one of those “curly heads”, that had been cut down to a nub, and a dark brown, semi oily wrapper. No label what so ever, but I said what the heck and took it for the trip.
It smoked beautifully. It had dark grey, heavy ashes; a smooth - almost refreshing smoke; and a perfectly even burn. I have no idea where it came from,