Sunday, March 01, 2009

The Reader

Yuck. I get depressed when I read this blog. I have gotten more emotional and wiser in the last few years. I've been hurt. I've grown up. I've become a terrible writer. 

I saw the Reader last night. I didn't realize that it was going to be about the Holocaust. I think I must've heard about Revolutionary Road and mixed them up. 
I loved it. I loved David Kross and am a bit perturbed that he is only 18. Makes me feel old and perverse. I knew he was a Cancer as soon as I saw his face in the movie. Kate Winslet was great and the unlikely love quickly became believable to me. I just read as much as I could find on Kross (nothing!) and saw that he learned English to play the part! That is incredible! He was well-spoken and expressive and clearly Oscar-worthy himself.

Now, I am going to write a song called "Kristy Dreams of Crepes" to rival Broken Social Scene's Ibi Dreams of Pavement.


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