The past is always romantic because it’s gone, just as the future is always frightening because you‘re gone.
– Mick LaSalle, San Francisco Chronicle movie critic, in a review of Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris”
Self read this sentence last night, but she only got around to quoting it today — apologies, dear blog readers. Self has had such a stimulating day: Hubby was a veritable dynamo of energy, and took her to new dim sum place on site of erstwhile Joy Luck, on 4th Street in downtown San Mateo, where he had her get a succulent dish of crackling self-knows-not-what kind of animal deep-fried skin and self, never one to turn down crackling animal skin of any kind, accepted, whereupon the dish turned out to be “suckling pig,” and cost $16.95 for eight slices.
Nevertheless, we did not allow such a small thing to de-rail our good humor. Following the most expensive dim sum meal self has ever ingested in at least 10 years, we went to Marina Mart in Foster City and bought a 25-lb. sack of long grain rice, which according to self’s rough calculations should last about six months — that is, unless son visits and invites his friends over for barbecue or for steak fondue, in which case the 25-lb. sack of rice will last about a month, but that is a small price to pay for the pleasure of son’s company.
Then hubby took self to the Hiller Aviation Museum in San Carlos (There is a very interesting air show on June 17 -19, the “Vertical Challenge Helicopter Air Show”).
Then we passed by for some fro-yo at Harmony Frozen Yogurt on Laurel Street in San Carlos (which just happened to be having a sale: small blueberry frozen yogurt with one topping, $1.95)
Anyhoo, self was still on some kind of high after watching Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris,” so she let her restless fingers wander over to Rotten Tomatoes, where she saw the film had a 92% freshness rating (Well deserved: EVERYONE in the Menlo Park Guild was laughing, pretty much from the first to the last scene. Self hasn’t enjoyed a movie performance as much as she enjoyed Owen Wilson’s, not in a long, long time — perhaps not since watching Zach Quinto in the “Star Trek” re-boot, and as dear blog readers are painfully aware, that movie was in a galaxy a long time ago and far far away … J. J. Abrams, quit with the “Mission Impossible” sequels already and just make another Star Trek!)
While self is on the subject of movies, she thinks she’ll just go ahead and post a list of her favorite movies so far in 2011 (She doesn’t think the summer crop of movies will seriously impact this list of faves — after all, summer = popcorn fare):
- “Biutiful” (Javier Bardem stars as a man trying heroically to be a good father and a good husband, in spite of having cancer. In spite of having a drug-addicted wife who sleeps with his brother. Need one say more? Weeper, to the max)
- “The Lincoln Lawyer” (Starring the Matthew McConaughey mane, still perfect after 15 years! With riveting cameo by one of self’s favorite actors, Michael Peña)
- “Win Win” (Paul Giamatti, Amy Ryan, Melanie Lynskey as the most fresh-faced drug addict in the entire world, and a newcomer named Alex Shaffer)
- “Jane Eyre” (Michael Fassbender/Rochester + Mia Wasikowska/Jane Eyre who has the tiniest, teensiest waist in the whole world + Director Cary Fukunaga = instant Gothic Romance Classic)
- “Fast Five” (Paul Walker and his Converse sneakers; Vin Diesel and his cartoon-ish biceps; Jordana Brewster and her indeterminate ethnic beauty; hot young Asian American on the Fast Five team — sorry, self does not have time to look up his actual name right at this moment = pure escapist fun)
- “Midnight in Paris” (See it for the performances: Kathy Bates, Adrien Brody, Marion Cotillard, Rachel McAdams, Michael Sheen, Carla Bruni-Sarkozy, and of course Owen Wilson!)
Self will close with yet another quote from aforementioned critic, Mick La Salle:
Tom Hiddleston is too tall for Scott Fitzgerald, who was just a little bigger than Woody Allen.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.