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I recently dreamt that David Mamet's wife came over to redecorate my house for a home makeover show. Why? Why? I finally saw Serenity. I loved it. Elizabeth gave me her Firefly DVDs and I kept them for months upon months without watching them until I finally sent them back. I never watched them. I don't even know why. Something about the show just didn't grab me even though I knew that she and Melissa loved it and I trust their opinions about television implicitly. I decided to put Serenity in my Netflix queue and finally watched it, curled up on the couch with the cats with my mouth wide open for much of the movie. It was so good. Even having never seen Firefly, I loved it. It's definitely Joss through and through, from top to bottom. I am now eagerly awaiting the first disc of Firefly so I can get a deeper understanding of the whole concept and the characters and the story. Watching some of the special features on the Serenity DVD clued me in as to what a historic event this movie is. I had no idea what went into making it and the whole culture of the Browncoat phenomenon. What a wonderful thing. God! I wish I had watched Firefly all along. But as Elizabeth said, "The shows come to us when we are ready for them." Smart woman. I guess I was ready for something smart, adventurous, hilarious, and exploding with imagination. Yeah. I guess I was ready for that. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. Makes her home. This weekend I went to the Habitat dedication ceremony for the house I worked on that day. It was very cool to watch the homeowners receive their keys and to see how many people turned out. I can't get over what an incredible organization this is or how completely it brings people together. It is awesome. I drove to New Orleans and we had dinner at Cafe Giovanni where I had a crabmeat salad that was so good that I almost passed out and then hung out at an Irish bar, which was fun. Sunday was spent grocery shopping, lounging, playing Scrabble, talking to my sister, and eating at Cafe Degas. I noted on the door of the grocery store a sign posted requesting that customers remove their Haz Mat gear before entering the store. It was definitely one of those Only in New Orleans moments. Eva and I went to see Brokeback Mountain on its opening night here, Friday. (Things in this paragraph could be considered general spoilers.) This is a beautiful movie. Everything about it. It really got to me. It got me in the stomach. Everything I've read about how good the performances are is dead-on. Everyone is so good. And Heath Ledger -- damn. Ennis just killed me. He found someone he truly loved but was too afraid (understandably) to let himself have the life he really wanted, that impossible life. And I ached to think of how much it must have hurt him once Jack died -- to not be acknowledged as the love of Jack's life -- to feel the weight of all of his regret. All he was left with were their entwined shirts and a picture of the mountain on a postcard. So often in movies I like there are moments I love but the whole thing doesn't hang together that well. In this movie, everything is so deliberately paced and placed and perfect. It's not heavy-handed, though. You just feel like nothing is there that doesn't need to be and that everything that needs to be is. I left wondering whether we're supposed to believe that Jack was killed in the tire accident or that he was murdered and was kind of confused about that. I went back to the story and saw that Ennis at first wonders if he could have been killed on purpose but isn't sure; then he realizes that it must have been murder because Jack was having an affair with that rancher. And then I just felt sicker and sadder than I did before. My boyfriend said as I blathered endlessly about the greatness of this movie that it's important to give mad credit to Annie Proulx and he's right. Going back and reading the story after seing the movie ... it's all there. It's a beautiful story, and the film is a beautiful adaptation, and I think it deserves any awards it wins. I realize this is not a very intelligent movie review. It's hard to find the words to describe it other than just saying that this movie broke my heart. :::
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