--I watched Saving Mr. Banks yesterday afternoon. For the most part, I liked it. I got a bit weary with the flashbacks and watching P. L. Travers descend into melancholia while she worked on transforming her book into a movie started to get on my last nerve. I mean really--here you have a chance to get your work out to a far wider audience (and get a lot more money for yourself), and you want to quibble about the color red?
--It's strange watching last year's movies this year. I felt a bit of melancholy myself late in the afternoon--was it because of the movie?
--There aren't that many movies I want to see in this year's holiday batch. The only one that is remotely tempting that I hadn't heard about months in advance is the Chris Rock movie--and yet, I can't remember the name of it, which might say something about the movie. I will go see Into the Woods, and I expect to be delighted. I might also go see Selma. I want moviemakers to continue to make these kinds of movies, so I feel like I should go see them.
--Earlier this week, one of my friends said she wished it didn't feel so much like homework. I know what she means.
--I want movies that remind me of the importance of making good art--would Mr. Turner fit that bill? I had hoped that Saving Mr. Banks would do that. It did dance at the edge of that idea. Perhaps that's why I was so disappointed that the movie got bogged down in exploring the psychological drama in childhood aspect.
--I also want movies that remind me of the importance of working towards a more just society--that's the reason that I might go see Selma.
--I am likely to run out of time. Sigh. Never enough time for everything. Which is why I'm watching last year's movies this year.
--To alleviate my late afternoon melancholy, we went out for a short ride to see Christmas lights in the neighborhood. Luckily, some people still had their lights up and on. That holiday brightness did the trick. I will miss the lights when they are gone.
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