Monday, January 3, 2011  The List of Shame: Fanny and Alexander
Would you like to see what the end of the year does to me?   So
(as I’m sure you’re aware of) the world has just put the capper
on an entire decade The closing of a chapter...the finalization
of an epoch...the firing of the last gun in a twenty one gun
salute.   Unfortunately, I don’t do well with the death of
epochs.  I get weepy and self reflective, almost as if my time
on Earth is supposed to mean something.  I need reminders of why
I’m continuing down the path I’m on...rallying cries,  a
talisman... Basically, I need some sort of tangible proof that
I’m not completely nuts.   What’s the benefit of all my blatant
navel gazing?   It gives me something to post blog entries
about.    Are you going to benefit from my navel gazing?   Well,
I’ll do my best to make this a universal post that everyone can
find some common ground in.  And how am I going to do that?   
By talking about one of the most revered filmmakers among a
small and elitist group