Okay, so it's been a busy month, lots of coffee consumed (new find: The Chocolate Shop in the West Village -- one of the best iced caps and peanut butter chocolate cookie combos ever experienced).
Some movies I have seen:
Julie and Julia -- Meryl and Stanley -- Oscars, here, take them. Meanwhile, a meandering narrative and too much exposition/characters, not enough drama. Where was the climax? Oversleeping the alarm? A miscommunication? If there was ever a PSA about not moving to the outer boroughs, here it is... But I was hungry the whole time.
Time Travelers Wife -- Another book that didn't adapt well. I admit I cried a lot (how could you not soulless people?), but it didn't mean anything, it was cheap and maudlin. McAdams gave a lovely performance reacting to a somewhat remote Bana and time traveling through eras where the scenery was suspiciously static. Chicago in 1979 vs 2001...same or different Hollywood? Even the Marshall Fields bag was identical. Unlikely. I felt bad for all the straight males pulled along by their weeping girlfriends. They were the first to the exit as the credits, but I was right behind them, embarrassed by my tears.
The September Issue -- the story behind The Devil Wears Prada, a documentary on Anna Wintour and the development of the September issue of US Vogue. An interesting glimpse into the crazed and perhaps excessive world of fashion, magazine publishing, but mostly on Grace, the creative director who I absolutely adored (what a trooper to put up with the whims of that woman)in her clogs and stellar vision. Maybe not the most fascinating doc that could have been created from this material, but not a bad addition to your netflix cue.
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