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Two wonderful and completely different movies in two days! What a lucky girl I am!

For today’s movie, Atonement, Bridget, Maria, Robby and I made the hike out to Bexley and the Capital area (you mean CRAPital, Otterbein’s rival). The Drexel there is not sleek and modern like the one in the OSU area. The Bexley Drexel is still only plays two movies at a time in small, non-stadium style seats. The marquee out front isn’t digital like the flashy Rave 18 screen multiplex Bridget and I frequent. Seeing Atonement there was a perfect choice; a the old fashioned setting really added to the period feel of the film.

Here, I present to you one of the most beautiful sequences in the movie. Don’t worry; there’s no spoilers, just pretty music and pictures.

Atonement is one of the best romance movies I’ve seen in ages. Also, this was one movie where the soundtrack DEFINITELY used to heighten moments of intensity. Like the two low bass notes of Jaws, a moment was cracked open with a sharp, staccato sounds of an old fashioned typewriter.

This clip, picturing the war-torn beaches of England, just shows you the scope and breadth the filmmakers went with this movie. In this shorter section of an emotional tour through Dunkirk, the little moments count. Each time the camera catches a face, the emotion is just kicked up another notch. Seeing it on the big screen…It moved me to tears. It is definitely one of the beat scenes in the entire movie, displaying the craft and care the director and cinematographer took to engage the audience.

I’d be very, VERY surprised if this movie doesn’t get nominated for best picture. I actually have my fingers crossed for it to win. If you can find a theater playing it, make sure you see Atonement. It’s worth the price of admission and MORE!


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I’ve always had the old adage, “write what you know” stuffed into my face. Or, those grating people who say “Ooh, do I have a story for you!” Of course, the stories are rarely all that fantastic and never match up with my own personal vision. Which brings to one of the reasons why I love writing: Everyone has a story. Everyone. It’s all in the matter of telling , getting it out.

The 2007 movie Waitress is one of those little, quiet, personal stories. The movie focuses on unhappily married, pregnant waitress, master pie baker Jenna. For many months now she’s been quietly planning her escape from her smothering husband…until she discovers the unplanned pregnancy.

Sounds like every little misguided and sad woman, doesn’t it? Well, the writer and director, Adrienne Shelley (who was unfortunately murdered before her movie premiered), made sure it wasn’t. The little nuances (the song Jenna’s mother sang to her, her unlikely friendship with the owner of the diner, played by Andy Griffith, the little, extremely personal letters she wrote to her developing baby) created something so real, so credible, it might as well have been nonfiction.

In a way, it was. Just as one of the archetypal characters is “everyman” Jenna is everywoman. She embodies the hope for a better life, a good life, we all strive for, the ever illusive American Dream. She represents that, yes, there is still a gender gap, whether we all want to admit it or not. And it was all done without being preachy. There was no soap box. Only the journey of a young woman in search of something better.

No, Waitress isn’t a masterpiece, but it is a quiet, beautiful, fun little movie. I highly recommend it to all who want to send a cold afternoon in with a warm story. While your at it, think about your own story. It doesn’t have to reflect your life’s events. But I truly believe that all fiction holds within some aspect of the author’s truth.

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Tonight, I discovered my new musical destiny. Not that I had much of a musical destiny at all. I am no way rockstar material, but I have grown up and around music all my life. When I was 10, I learned how to read bass clef and play trombone. At age 15 I taught myself how to read tremble clef and play piano. Now, I’m hoping at age 21 (soon!) I learn to play the theremin.

It can’t be that hard, right? I mean, the instrument has no fingerings. It has no complicated strings to pluck or scales to learn. What it is, exactly, if you were too lazy to click the link above, is an electrical current. A thereminist just waves their hands between the the two antennae to create sounds that are often associated with aliens. You know that whooo-eeee-oooo? That’s a theremin.

Howard Shore talks about using a Theremin to create some of the soundtrack to the Tim Burton film Ed Wood. It also has a cool demonstration and explanation on how a theremin looks, work, and sounds.

Okay, so maybe it’s a lot harder than learning how to play piano. Fortunately for me, there are many tutorials out there on how to build your own theremin. This still requires some sort of electrical/construction knowledge, which I severely lack. I could just buy my own theremin and forget the hassle of building one. It’s fairly pricey (it would take one of my paychecks to buy one!), for just a whim. But let me tell you, I want this more than I wanted that sitar back when I was 17. Or that broken zither in my aunt’s closet.

These people are playing Matryomins, the Theremin’s cuter, battery operated cousin. I like the thurrrrrrrrvvv noise that is made when your hands pull away from the little doll.

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Green grass, sweeping silk,

powdered wigs: Let them eat cake.

Marie, dear, don’t lose your head!

You’re too young for war


I’ve been on a quest these lazy weeks of winter break to see one movie per day to experience different people’s screenplays in hopes to jump start my own (fledgling) work. Today’s screening was Marie Antoinette, a 2006 film written and directed by Sophia Coppola (the fortunate daughter of Francis Ford).

I can not say that I was overwhelmed by this film. For having all the right elements I adore in movies (female protagonist, sweeping vistas, fine costumes, historic plot), it fell short of it’s mark. One of my current projects uses the above elements; I thought this film would certainly push me head long into inspiration. But alas, the only thing that it has pushed me into is thoughts of showing vs. telling.


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