1. Thursday, February 13, 2003

    two dancing girls from the academy 

    Rabbit-Proof-Fence knocked at my door last night at around 6:30pm, typically the time that i arrive home from the xbi.

    when they got no answer they became concerned because all the top models and dancers there are madly in love with me and they knew they had a great movie that they wanted me to see, so they cell phoned my ass.

    i picked up and told them that i was going to have dinner at my beautiful exgirlfriend’s house in oh so posh santa monica.

    they asked for the address and zoomed over in their matching miatas and arrived just as the chinese was being delivered from the always tasty Chung King. tasty but not spicy. chris and i ordered the cha cha chicken which was spicy last time but negative spicy this time.

    regardless, the company was always wonderful, the shrimp fried rice no onions, wontons and diet sodas were marvelous.

    and the movie, Rabbit Proof Fence, was mesmorizing and wonderful.

    quite possibly the best film that ive seen all year.

    one thing that i love about these academy screeners is that they dont come with boxes or pamphlets or propaganda or hype or nothing. it’s just a black tape with a white label and the label only tells you the title of the film and how long its going to be.

    exactly the way i love to watch movies.

    perhaps others get the crap, but after a few years of getting these screeners, the good people know what i like and as quality professionals, they give the customer what they want. and i love that. and i watch the movie and have it where its supposed to be in the morning and i dont give anything away, so they love me.

    plus im always happy to share a won ton or two with the ladies who like the hot mustard and/or sweet and sour dipping sauce.

    Rabbit Proof Fence was amazing. did i tell you that? i learned about an Australia that i had never known about. a 20th century history lesson that we on this side of the globe are ignorant to.

    it’s told subtlely and without much judgement. the actors and actresses are better than you’d expect and the actors who have very few lines are at times better than those with many lines.

    and it’s beautiful. and peter gabriel’s music is eno-esque moody and uplifting and helps shape the tone in a grade-a perfect way.

    this is not a movie thats going to break any box office records, but it does show you that you can tell a story, a true story and do it in a way that doesnt have to beat you over the head for you to understand.

    bravo, director of The Quiet American, bravo!