Movie Marathon Posting

When it rains, it pours. As we saw this week in Brooklyn and this weekend at the movies. You needed espresso to get through this monster marathon...preferably that found at 78th and Madison in a little French cafe with the best croissants.

But first, some oldies:

Predators -- Yeah, I saw this. Why? Peer pressure. Replace peer with parent and you understand my complicated relationship with my father, a diehard sci-fi fan with a special place in his heart for films receiving C minuses or lower or critical indexes. This is not worth your time. You might also question why talented thespians Adrian Brody and Lawrence Fishburne found themselves in this movie, let alone on this strange lost world island. That being said, you might find yourself on a plane one day, and there might be a screaming child kicking your seat, and you'll plug in your ear plugs and look overhead for respite. You might find on that puny screen Predators (unless you are flying Virgin where the choice will be yours) and you'll watch it. And you'll be fine.

The next two movies represent the new canon of "Find Yourself Femme Flicks." Society has long informed us what happens to men after they outgrow their first marriage, but what about to women? And what about these times call for these sorts of profiles? Women in similar positions to Patricia Clarkson and Julia Roberts' characters in the past would be found sulking in some suburb, rather than exploring their world and rekindling their passion for life and love. Whether this is owed to financial independence or changes in social stigma, there has been a bit of a liberation for the ladies. At least according to Hollywood.

Eat Pray Love -- the movie which takes America's sweetheart to Italy, India and Indonesia on a search to find her groove through carbs, karma and kisses. About 40 minutes too long to hold my attention, even through the gorgeous scenery. Disjointed and self-indulgent, EPL never took off. However, runaway performances by The Visitor's Richard Jenkins, Javier Bardem, and Naples pizza should be noted. Well done.

Cairo Time -- burnt out businesswoman Patricia Clarkson finds herself Lost in Translation in Egypt where she waits for her diplomat husband to walk the pyramids with her. While she hangs out, in lovely dresses and excellent lighting, she gets involved in a little middle east Sex and the City 2 activities with a handsome Egyptian coffee shop owner. A lush, delicate and engaging character portrait. Make time. For Cairo Time. Said in the voice of Bill Murray (Santori time).