Sunday, September 12, 2010




The Girl Show is just about over.  I have completed shooting and must choose the images that will go together in an exhibit.  This is all I've been doing for months.  It is incredibly time consuming.  As a result, I have not been shooting anything else.  Now I must if I am to post any of my own images here.  I have a few more I want to show here, but soon, soon. . . .  I've liked The Girl Show.  It has been an experience.  The girls were happy.  The boy was happy.  And I am happy, too.

I went to see "Get Low" last night.  The first twenty minutes are as good as anything you'll see this year.  But the movie gets mucky in the middle.  You can tell they knew it, too, because the music becomes more pervasive.  It is a cheap trick.  And don't believe the hype about Sissy Spacek's performance.  It is not Bill Murray's best, either.  But any time Duval comes on the screen, you really have something.  And his lines about life and death, about living and dying, are all you need to see.  I'd like to edit that movie down to about forty minutes.

Before the movie, I had some quick sushi on the veranda.  As I ate, I was talking with the waitress and my friend about going to see "The American."  A lone woman walking by stopped to tell us not to bother.  She had just seen it, she said, and it was predictable.  "I heard the cinematography was worthwhile," I said, but she just shook her head.  I asked her if she liked "Get Low," and she shook her head again.

"It might just be me," she said.  "I didn't like the accents.  I come from there.  I talk like that.   I just didn't like it."

"Did it take you back someplace," I asked?

"Yea, someplace I don't want to go to again."

"You missed the best movie," she said.  "'Mao's Last Dancer.'  It closed here last week."  I'd heard it was good, I said.  She was a woman of unsuspected depth.  I liked her.  She apologized for interrupting and went on her way with a wave and a smile, a heavyset lone woman living at the movies.  I didn't mind at all.

So many people with stories to tell.  I want to go get them, take them all.  The hard part is going to be the camera.  It will take determination, guts and willpower.  But it could be good.  The perfect antidote.

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