he gave power to the have nots, and then came the shot

it makes me sad that danny boyle didn't address the issue of Indian poverty in his acceptance of the best director award last night at the oscars.  especially when compared to how often milk provided a platform for individuals to speak about sexual equality.  i do think there's a certain amount of accountability in narrative film, even though it may not be as socially conscious as documentary film.  this is especially true for films such as slumdog millionaire, in which main plot arcs are based on the idea of injustice or inequality. 

edmund luvs fanny

after watching mansfield park i was inspired to read really classic literature in copious amounts. so, i filled up the bath tub and dumped in these lavender bath salts my parents gave me for valentines. queued up some claude debussy on pandora. lit me some candles. and hauled the collected tales and poems of edgar allan poe into the bathroom (another valentine's day gift from sweet chris). 

don't be surprised if i continuously attempt to pepper the conversation with allusions to the fall of the house of usher. or the pit and pendulum. or something. it's what fanny price would do. because she is awesome. 

the ghost of lisa fremont

this is an image of jimmy stewart, grace kelly and alfred hitchcock on the set of rear window. i decided to watch it tonight in a moment of nostalgia. sometimes i can't stand that i wasn't alive during the days of gregory peck and sophia loren.  when i could wear red lipstick and an outfit composed predominately of tulle to dinner on a weeknight. perhaps i'm romanticizing the era. but anyone who's watched my fair lady when audrey hepburn descends the stairs at the embassy ball knows what i'm talking about.