Unable to scare up company on a one-hour notice, I went to the location of that Nintendo music show, but got confused. Where I expected to see the Enormous Room, I saw a sign that said "Central Square Kitchen". Both names are strangers to me, so I walked in anyway, went up some stairs, and found myself in a bar of no particular size. Huh? My hindbrain said hezzzz at all the strange people sitting in the dark, and I really didn't have the will to look for my orker in the crowd for a show I was only semienthusiastic about. The hell with it; fell back to Mission B and T'ed back to Harvard to check in on the kitty-cat of
doctor_atomic and Igor while they wreak havoc in the Rockies.
At Harvard station I bumped into E, the sunny front-lady to a local band of some note and a member of Tribe Ex-O'Reilly. (Actually she waved her hands in my face until I acknowledged her; iPod in my ears, I thought she was some guy gonna ask me for money, at first.) She was going my way, and we chatted all the way to the doctor's doorstep. So, that fulfilled my sweetness & light quota for the evening quite nicely, and reversed my feeling stupid about the other thing.
After policing the cat, I saw Million Dollar Baby at the Harvard Loew's, paying full price because I really wanted to see it before it got spoiled for me; I understood that it had a very weighty and unexpected shift in it, and that can't last long before it permeates popular culture (like the twists in The Crying Game or The Sixth Sense or, hell, Citizen Kane). It's less "political" than I was led to believe from Ebert & Roeper (who loved it to bits, but made references to other critics razzing it), but I found it somewhat strange in structure, becoming a movie about something else entirely, only with the same characters.
But life is like that. I guess. To be honest, I liked the first part a lot more. It made me feel engaged in a way that no movie since my first viewing of Fellowship of the Ring has affected. (Not that this movie was anything like Fellowship, because it wasn't.) The second part just made me feel distant and resigned, for the most part. But: the final ending-ending, I mean the very last scene before credits, was absolutely perfect and bound the two parts together, with the lightest touch. I liked that.
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At Harvard station I bumped into E, the sunny front-lady to a local band of some note and a member of Tribe Ex-O'Reilly. (Actually she waved her hands in my face until I acknowledged her; iPod in my ears, I thought she was some guy gonna ask me for money, at first.) She was going my way, and we chatted all the way to the doctor's doorstep. So, that fulfilled my sweetness & light quota for the evening quite nicely, and reversed my feeling stupid about the other thing.
After policing the cat, I saw Million Dollar Baby at the Harvard Loew's, paying full price because I really wanted to see it before it got spoiled for me; I understood that it had a very weighty and unexpected shift in it, and that can't last long before it permeates popular culture (like the twists in The Crying Game or The Sixth Sense or, hell, Citizen Kane). It's less "political" than I was led to believe from Ebert & Roeper (who loved it to bits, but made references to other critics razzing it), but I found it somewhat strange in structure, becoming a movie about something else entirely, only with the same characters.
But life is like that. I guess. To be honest, I liked the first part a lot more. It made me feel engaged in a way that no movie since my first viewing of Fellowship of the Ring has affected. (Not that this movie was anything like Fellowship, because it wasn't.) The second part just made me feel distant and resigned, for the most part. But: the final ending-ending, I mean the very last scene before credits, was absolutely perfect and bound the two parts together, with the lightest touch. I liked that.