Screens and snow

snow today

That’s the view from my office this morning. Snow. Just a flurry, but snow nonetheless.

If you have concerns about the film adaptation of Love in the Time of Cholera, they are not unfounded. Nor are your trepidations about Beowulf.

Just when I get my panties in a bunch about David Denby’s remarks about silent film (“movies became more realistic, more ‘psychological’” in the sound period) in the New Yorker, the magazine goes and publishes a smart little DVD notes bit on silents by Richard Brody. It begins, “The psychological subtlety of the silent cinema owes much to a complex visual grammar that DW Griffith employed to tell surprisingly old-fashioned stories.” That’s more like it.

No Country for Old Men still not playing in Pittsburgh.

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