Category: movies
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WFF Day 3
We watched only four films yesterday. It’s like we’ve already given up trying to squish as many film as we can into each day. What kind of losers are we, eh? The amazing Ruth Bader Ginsberg was the subject of our first documentary film of the day, “RBG.” My Darling B had probably the most Read.
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WFF Day Two
“12 Days” was a somber, repetitive, and apparently pointless film that gets its title from the period of time a person can be held against their will in a psychiatric ward before they must be allowed a hearing before a judge to determine if they were rightfully interred. The film opened on a scene of Read.
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WFF opening night
Yesterday was the opening day of the Wisconsin Film Fest. I didn’t take the day off from work, but My Darling B did. Didn’t get her out of the office, though; she still had to go in for a ten o’clock meeting. That’s just how awesomely important she is: The DMV can’t go on without Read.
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regulation
I’m washing a ton of dirty clothes today, and that means I’m folding a ton of clothes, too, and THAT means I’m watching a movie while I fold clothes. Today, I’m watching Twelve O’Clock High. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen this movie, but it’s not enough. I’m still not tired of it, Read.
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Justice League
We went to see Justice League Friday night with some friends. Fun movie. If you’re into superhero movies, then you will enjoy this. Grab some popcorn and go. No spoilers here, but some general observations on superheroes, if I may: The “what if” element of comic book superheroes has always been fascinating to me. What Read.
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Mind blown
Most mind-blowing thing I learned last week: This guy … … and this guy … … are the same person! Holy shit! I went on a business trip last week that seemed to last a whole year, because that’s how much of your life gets sucked out of your soul when you’re behind the wheel Read.
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all wet
Woman goes into a big, dark house with creaky wooden floors and heavy doors that go boom when she closes them. Just your basic soul-eating house. Woman slowly wanders through every room of the house, doesn’t turn on any of the lights. Ghost appears. Of course it does. I mean, what did you think was Read.
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musical
The Freddie Fender ballad “Before The Next Teardrop Falls” has been playing on a fucking loop in my head for the past 48 hours. I loathe this song in capital letters: LOATHE. I can’t say why; it’s one of those gut reactions that makes me instantly change the radio station. I think I can say Read.
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in the dark
I was on the sofa with a book this morning, curling up into a ball, tighter and tighter, for more than two hours before I realized why the house was so goddamned cold: It’s Tuesday. I’m not normally in the house on Tuesday morning. I’m usually at the office, more’s the pity, so the smart Read.
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La-La Land
B and I saw the musical La-La Land two weeks ago in Sun Prairie and she’s still singing songs from it. She’s already bought the soundtrack so we can play it over and over at home, and I think she wants to see it again, too. I’d gladly go see it again if she asked Read.
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