Brr dyslexic

I have to say that being dyslexic is a drag sometimes. I don't know how to sell "brr" and had to stop writing a post in order to look it up on the internet. But, the good news is WE HAVE THE INTERNET and I can spend the couple of seconds it takes to look up anything that I need to spell. The drag part is that it's all the time.

What I started to write about was LA in winter. It can be 55 degrees and feel warm on one day and 55 degrees and be chilly on another. Today it's chilly. I even came back from walking my dog to change my jacket to a coat. I'm not complaining about a cold 55 degrees because it feels wonderful as long as you're wearing the proper clothes.

Winter Fire

There aren't many frigid cold days in LA, but when we have them, it's a treat.

Can't get enough of those red barns

Red Barn

Wisconsin Farm

Christmas Tree

This year, Christmas in Wisconsin.  Nature provided the snow and family provided the cheer.

Winter Wonderland

Winter Cemetery

Winter

Sanctioned Movies

Every night for the last nine years and counting, my partner and I fall asleep with a tape or DVD of a movie playing on the television. It's not my favorite way to drift off. In fact, "Drop me; pluck me like a goddamn whatever-it-is...creeping vine, and throw me over your shoulder like an old shoe" isn't the last thing I want to hear before drifting into slumber land. But it is the brilliant Elizabeth Taylor as Martha in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" That's why it's a sanctioned movie. A sanctioned movie is one that's allowed to lull us to sleep.

There are rules. It's not all anarchy at bedtime. One of the rules is that some movies are only played during their season. There are summer movies and winter movies.

Summer Sanctioned Movies:

Body Heat, 1981, William Hurt watches a waitress pull on her uniform in a stuffy hotel room as a natural gas fire burns in the red sky outside.

The very cacophonous Father Goose (1964) that I loved as a child but wakes me every time with crashes, mega phones and a screeching whistle of a theme song.

Wrestling Ernest Hemingway (1993)
Fried Green Tomatoes (1991)

Winter Sanctioned Movies:

Gosford Park (2001)
Moonstruck (1987)
One True Thing (1998)
Howard's End (1992)

Then there are the dreaded Christmas movies: Jim Carrey in The Grinch, Chevy Chase in Christmas Vacation, Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone, and the obnoxious Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol.

I try to subtly encourage my favorites, The Jane Austen quartet.

Persuasion, Emma, Sense & Sensibility and Pride & Prejudice (any version including the 6 hour BBC or the luminous Keira Knightley but miscast Simon Woods (I wig wouldn't have been overdone)).

There's a Saturday Night movie, The Odd Couple, a film for all seasons.

The Woody Allen's and the Doris Day's all have their say.

But, along with the Jane Austen's, my favorite are the quiet films. Alfred Hitchcock qualifies. Vertigo has little dialogue and long passages of moody music. Rear Window is the same. Set up. Story. Suspense. A beautiful, simple construction.

Strangely enough, my other favorites are kids movies. Having loved being read to as a little girl, I can listen to any Harry Pottery or Lord of the Rings movie and pass right out.

The truth is, that my partner is a writer and, with the exception of Mildred Pierce and the mystifying Frank Sinatra picture Hole in the Head, the dialogue of our dreams is wonderful.

Two for the Road (1967)



Best Friends (1982)
All About Eve (1950)
The Goodbye Girl (1977)
Sunset Boulevard (1950)
Sideways (2004)
Brideshead Revisited (1981)

Looking at the list, I'm struck by how each film is perfect. The directing, acting, and writing. They are perfect gems and I'm lucky to take them to bed.