Sunday,
January 5, 2003
Have I mentioned that I love the Angelika?
The
Angelika is one of the local art movie houses -- the Magnolia is the other one,
I think, but I like the Angelika because it's a doddle to get to and there's
always tons of parking.
I've seen a number of movies there so far, and I really like the ambience of
the place -- you can get a meal in the restaurant downstairs, then go upstairs
and see movies that aren't playing at the regular houses. Bliss.
Since Lyndon was still feeling icky and spent the day sleeping, I decided to bop down to the Angelika and see Frida, the biopic about the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo. It was absolutely marvelous story about how art and the need to create it can permeate every part of someone's life, no matter what roadblocks are put in the way. Salma Hayek did a wonderful job portraying Frida as a passionate, painwracked woman whose body was badly smashed in a trolleycar accident, and who channeled the agony from those injuries into her painting and her relationship with her husband, muralist Diego Rivera. It was also an amazing look at Mexico in the early part of he 20th century, and how it was a forcing house for art, revolution and the people who were involved in both.
Anyway, if you're interested in Frida Kahlo, painting or art in general, I'd highly recommend this film. And I really hope Salma gets nominated for an Oscar -- she deserves it.
Notes from the Writing Desk
Speaking of art and the creation of same, we have the first FutureClassics meeting of the year this Tuesday, and I've been looking through my file of half-finished stories to see if there's anything that 1) is almost finished and 2) really screams out to me right now. I think I found one, but it's going to be something of a bear to complete.
Oh, well. Nobody every said
writing was easy, just necessary.