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For most recent columns go here>>Sofa CinemaRebecca Redshaw NEW RELEASE Easy Virtue (Rated: PG-13) One should have high hopes for Easy Virtue. Stephen Elliot, director of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, assembled a distinguished and talented cast. Kristin Scott Thomas and Colin Firth are the unhappily married Mr. and Mrs. Whit- taker, who are nestled in an expansive mansion in the English countryside. Their wayward son (and heir to the family estate), John (Ben Barnes) returns home with a totally unacceptable American bride in Jessica Biels. As a platinum blond and free-spirited race car driver, Biels as Larita receives the chilliest of receptions. There are, of course, numerous minor characters who provide the requisite moments of quirkiness for this period piece. A young butler who imbibes, a naïve daughter who dances a cancan souvent pantaloons and a banal ex-fiancée who leaves little wonder as to why the young Whittaker leapt at the chance to marry another. Alas, instead of quick-witted exchanges, Easy Virtue is filled with stereotypical snipes and predictable outcomes. Biels is hopelessly miscast. (Where is the next Carole Lombard?) Firth plays his one expression to a fault. And Scott Thomas considerable talent is wasted as a predictable woman scorned. Based on a Noel Coward play, the fast-clipped dialogue in this 2008 release is virtually impossible to understand this side of the pond. The trailer for Easy Virtue showed potential, but for all the aforementioned reasons, any hope was dashed after the opening credits rolled. CLASSIC *Chocolat (Rated: PG-13) The mere utterance of the world chocolate sends most of us to a delicious place. With the release of director Lasse Hallströms Chocolat in 2000, the word takes on an even more delicious and at times sensuous meaning. Vianne (Juliette Binoche) and her young daughter wander into a charming, but considerably uptight village. A free spirit by nature and a chocolatier by profession, Viannes shop entices all manner of interesting characters to partake of her confections. Armande (Judi Dench) rebels against the stringent lifestyle encouraged by the towns moral leader (Alfred Molina), and a wonderful assortment of tasty characters crosses the doorstep tempted by the aura and aroma of the shop. Larger issues loom in the village besides the caloric intake and, with the arrival of Roux (Johnny Depp) and his band of vagabonds, the villagers are challenged in how to deal with differences in beliefs. Rachel Portman wrote the haunting and at times carefree score and the magical cinematography by Roger Platt reminds us of the true spirit of any movie that opens with the line Once upon a time ? . Chocolat is a treat for the eyes, the ears and the heart, reminding us that a taste of something sweet on occasion helps to put all else in life in perspective. *A free screening of Chocolat will be shown at 3 p.m. Saturday, Oct. 10, at the Sequim Library. DOCUMENTARY Visions of Light Attention all film buffs (and even if youre not): If you havent stumbled onto Visions of Light, add it to your Netflix list or check with your local DVD rental store. This is an informative compilation of film history as well as an entertaining documentary. If youve ever wondered what a DP (Director of Photography) contributes to the filmmaking process, youll get a history lesson in the most enjoyable fashion. Released in 1993, many of the great cameramen from the past and current respected spokesmen and women are interviewed with accompanying examples of their work. What is refreshing is that the cinematographers dont talk about technique or f-stops or camera stocks. They talk about their love of the process. Respected cinematographer Conrad Hall has said that ? there are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors. Its an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job. If you dont recognize the names of cinematographers such as Hall and Gordon Willis, Michael Chapman, John Toland, and Sven Nykvist, youll surely recognize their films from the hundreds of clips woven throughout this documentary. Technology changes quickly and lots has happened since 1993, but Visions of Light is a great place to learn how film and the use of light has evolved since the beginning of the art form. To read more than 180 reviews under one cover, pick up your copy of Rebecca Redshaws SOFA CINEMA: An Easy Guide to DVDs Vol.1 at the Sequim Gazette or Pacific Mist Books in Sequim or at Port Book & News in Port Angeles. Rebecca Redshaw can be reached at r2redshaw@hotmail.com. Driving Mrs. Daisy crazyObservationsJim Follis Getting anywhere always has seemed like a major piece of excitement. Women of the world, in their infinite methods of sensibility, always want to plan things well in advance, consult several references, and continuously monitor their progress by stopping to ask directions at frequent intervals. Men, on the other hand, seem to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. No, I didnt Google, MapQuest or anything else; I already kind of know how to get there. Just sit back and relax or knit or something, Ive got this under control. Dont I always get us there? I love the advertisement showing a couple towing a boat out in the middle of a desert and the male driver is leaning forward peering through the windshield saying, I know the turn is right ahead, I can just sense it. Well have the boat in the water in no time. Why is it that when men drive they get all kinds of advice from the passenger seat wives? And yet when their wives drive, they are full of all kinds of questions? The navigator should be in charge of plotting out a course to arrive at the destination in a timely and efficient manner. The driver is in charge of guiding the vehicle in a safe and efficient manner. But somehow the lines of responsibility seem to blur and waver during the heat of battle. There have been numerous occasions when Wife Nancy and I have arrived at our destination totally exhausted from the push-pull of just getting there. Roads werent where they were supposed to be. Directions over the phone had paragraphs left out. We didnt know that the bridge was washed out, and neither did MapQuest. A friend has labeled his female spouse as the navigator. He claims that once her behind hits the seat, she becomes the captain of their journey. When we drive somewhere, I drive like I hike. If its over there, I like to drive that way. No, I dont know the name of the street, but where we are going is over that way. Normally this works pretty well for me but there have been some notable occasions where it has failed, and unfortunately the wifely mind is indelible and unforgiving. We were on a long walk and Wife Nancy twisted her ankle and we were headed back to our motel. Naturally she wanted to get back as quickly as possible but that was our only point of agreement. I knew where we were headed and she knew how we got there and wanted to retrace that way back. I valiantly exercised my foolproof sense of direction to convince her that we would be going backward if we followed her directions. For the first time that I can remember, she listened to me and we set off in a direct line for where I knew we should be headed. Just like our city council, I had such great intentions and even some logical thinking involved. However, I failed to think about the fact that we were cutting directly across a former military installation. And not unlike most military installations, we were snarled in a tangle of ingress, egress and regress. We were trapped like mice in the corner of the cage. And Wife Nancy was one mad cat. Now, the parallel between a navigator husband-wife team attempting to get from point A to point B and the city council is a bit tangential at best. The frustration level, the teeth gnashing, the best intentions, the lack of training, experience and resources are all in common. I spent many years working for boards of lay people who got elected by the public to accomplish a multitude of different tasks. Part of the public wanted to keep their taxes down, others, to improve the educational system; others, to make certain that the unions could get what they wanted. But what the board had in common is that they really knew nothing about running the school system. When Wife Nancy and I are both blindly attempting to find our way through a strange city with our limited knowledge, deciphering the GPS information, our own common sense and an occasional street sign it isnt a smooth journey. When the city council stubs its toe selecting their professional leader to guide the city in their perceived proper direction, its certain trouble. We all lose. Nothing seems to flow smoothly in our fair city, but then why should it? It certainly isnt the end of the world. The council really does have good intentions. We seem to have come out of our other previous scrapes and bumps with an assortment of other groups much further ahead. Maybe this is just how we in Sequim do business. It makes getting there all that much sweeter right, Wife Nancy? Jim Follis is a retired school administrator, has published two books and currently writes three newspaper columns. Eating, drinking and making merry are his professed hobbies. Traveling, trekking and observing people follow not far behind. |