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November 7, 1998 |
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Copyright © 1998, Janet I. Egan |
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I'm driving down the highway toward Rhode Island after a morning helping QI get his new computer set up over at the college down the street and lunch (on him) at the Garden House Korean restaurant. The car phone rings. It's Nancy: "I just wanted to warn you what to expect when you get here. The vet just gave Emily an enema and she's locked in the bathroom for the next two hours with her litter box and a lot of newspapers. The enema should take effect about the time you get here." Well, at least I know what to expect. Two hours later: we clean up. Clean up Emily's butt. Change the litter. Mop up the bathroom floor. And so on. The neighbors across the hall call and want to know if we'll go out to see Pleasantville with them. We pass. We both want to see Pleasantville but we're still cleaning up and neither of us has eaten. Still later: superb dinner at the Garden Grille in Pawtucket and then on to Acme Video where we rent When Night is Falling. Umm, this movie has such a cult around it I would have thought it was better. It's visually beautiful. Every scene is framed perfectly and full of gradations of color and poetic lighting. Lots of silhouettes of bare trees. And yet... it disappoints. Why are so many lesbian movies about the dark, exotic, carefree lesbian seducing the repressed, up-tight straight woman who then discovers her true identity and liberates her spirit? The most interesting character in this movie is a straight woman who decides to run away from the circus. | |||||
