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Monday, October 24, 2005

My beloved spouse
(Photo by Mr. Jumping Chocolate Pudding)

I saw "Good Night and Good Luck" last week while my beloved spouse and son were away. Nice movie; some funny jokes; some good drama; lovely black & white pictures; nice use of archival footage (Liberace & Joseph McCarthy are both compellingly eccentric fellows). Nice love story between Murrow and his producer, Fred Friendly. We never meet their spouses or children, only hear about them briefly, making the movie completely about their own (brotherly) love story. And it was a nice love story; sweet, touching, real-seeming -- but the movie felt emotionally thin -- a sumptuously dressed-up anecdote.

Also liked: all the people constantly smoking. Not that I'm a fan of smoking, but I remember the '60s (slightly later period); I remember going home from Grandma & Grandpa's after Christmas Eve dinner, so happy, and eyes burning red from all the smoke. It sounds sardonic, but it's a happy memory.

Diana Reeves plays an anonymous period-radio singer in the movie, periodically singing standards of the era in a broadcast booth at CBS, functioning as a quasi-Greek chorus. Not that I noticed the songs commenting on the action, except to say, life can be so sweet, and it passes oh so swiftly. Maybe I was projecting my mood, but the very first scene, slo-mo pan of a swank ceremonial dinner, everybody smoking as they're dressed to the nines, while the soundtrack luxuriates in some sweet standard song, I just started crying. Life is sweet, and it passes swiftly.

It's beginning to look like Christmas (Ok, So we're barely over Halloween)! But it's time to be begging to think a lot like before christmas clip movie nightmare , : - )
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