The Hunger Games

The book was better.

155 million dollar opening weekend notwithstanding, it’s just something you can’t argue with, and frankly, that is how it should be. I don’t care how much CGI magic you have penciled into your budget; it will never compare with the shit your imagination is going to envision when you’re racing through a rip-roaring story with your pulse pounding and trying to resist the urge to flip to the end of the book to find out WHAT. HAPPENS. NEXT! Continue reading

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Salmon Fishing in the Yemen

Some days I feel like I’m being mocked by fish. As a child, I was traumatized when I was forced to consume a creamed fish dish called Finnan Haddie, which I always thought was Fin and Hattie until I just wikipediaed the name. (I envisioned a jaunty chapeau worn by a goldfish that was drenched in butter and cream that made the house reek for days). When I was pregnant with my first child, the smell of anything scale-related made me nauseous to the point that if I saw a Long John Silvers I would have to cross the street. Even now, I avoid the Shedd Aquarium. Continue reading

The Tree of Life

I like my movies with a little content. Oh sure, now and then I may seem a bit shallow as I pant over some actor’s glorious abs, and a good super hero flick always makes me happy (how much longer till The Avengers?), but there is something to be said for falling into a few hours of delicious symbolism and random references of the primal beginnings of life, especially if they are gorgeously imagined as bursts of spectacle and life forms that glow like a solar flare explosion reflected in the iris of a dinosaur’s eye. I’m not really sure what that sentence means, either. Welcome to The Tree of Life! Continue reading