Four Stars for “The Secret in Their Eyes”

Four-and-a-half hours sleep!

Self fell asleep with the TV on: she was watching an extremely heartwarming program about a monk who had terrible insomnia. His name was Saint Self-Cannot-Remember, and he spent his days showing visitors around a famous church, and since the only time he had left for prayer was at night, he simply could not spare any moment for sleep. Anyhoo, self thought it was so sweet that the saint’s fellow monks were all worried sick over his insomnia, and kept reminding him that he needed to be fresh for his onerous duties dealing with visitors to the church. In the wee hours of the morning, hubby got up and turned off the TV, and then self woke up.

But, even in sleep-deprived state, self could not refuse an invitation to see a movie! And hubby as usual chose the movie, and it turned out he was very desirous of seeing “The Secret in Their Eyes,” showing in Aquarius. (The movie apparently won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Movie, or so hubby informed self — Since when did hubby turn into such a movie aficionado???) And so OK, self had no idea what the movie was about, and at first she thought, oh, just another artsy-fartsy film, especially with that opening scene showing a girl running after a train, and hands reaching out, and then the slow, blurry fade. Next it turned into a rape/murder film, and self was equally not enthused by the subject matter. Moreover, a woman several rows back had a terrible hacking cough, very rheumy-sounding, and she coughed the entire movie. And self kept both hands clamped over her nose (Hubby looked at her once and asked what the matter was, but self could not reply because she was afraid to breathe, because that would be absolutely the last straw, if she were to catch the flu on top of the insomnia!)

Then, with the entrance of this beautiful Argentinian actress (Soledad Villamil) who self had never heard of before (She reminded self a little bit of James Cameron’s ex, Linda Hamilton: something about the mouth), self’s interest was piqued. And then it turned into an interesting movie. And by the time they replayed the running-after-the-train scene, self was a wreck, she prayed hubby wouldn’t glance over at her, because tears were just spilling from her eyes.

And then she thought the film would end.

But no! There was more!

And then she again thought the film would end.

Yet again no! Still more!

And then self began thinking that the main character, Esposito (played by Ricardo Darin), was crazy. And then she began to wonder if she would ever find out who killed the schoolteacher. And then she thought the husband was the killer. Then she thought: No, the male lead was the killer. And then, and then —

But everything got answered to her satisfaction.

And so it was a very satisfying movie.

And afterwards hubby treated self to lychee gelato. And then we stopped by Apple Health Foods in Sequoia Station and self bought a bottle of pills that she was assured would relax her and cause her to sleep like an infant, with no harmful side effects.

And then we went to Barnes & Noble and self could not find Thucydides’ The Peloponnesian Wars. But so what because she’s still reading Claire Messud and that will take her a long, long time to get through (hopefully).

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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