A wonderful movie about a teenaged girl who finds herself pregnant, and decides to give the baby up for adoption. It feels honest, heartfelt, has the same natural rhythms of late adolescence found in “Superbad” last year, and is a hoot. And having jus adopted a child, I can promise you that the emotions felt very, very real. Beautifully written and performed, well directed and I just realized that J.K. Simmons, who plays the father of the girl (and J.Jona Jameson, and Schllinger on “Oz”) is turning into one of my favorite character actors. A delicate performance by Ellen Page (“Hard Candy”) is the cherry on top. Loved it. An “A-”
Only a few more days, and the horrid crush I’ve been under for the last months will begin to slow down. Gawd, can’t hardly wait…
Fun listening to the political pundits right now. So many of them are enjoying the apparent melt-down of Hillary’s campaign I almost feel sorry for her. But I don’t, because she should have been ready for a dogfight from the very beginning. Now we get to see what she’s made of. One pundit did the Wicked Witch voice: “I’m melting…I’m melting…” and cracked me up.
Trust me: I’d never think of any politician as the Second Coming of anything. And I’d never dream of factoring race into my vote unless I saw no other differences between the candidates: never dreamed of voting for Jesse Jackson or Sharpton. Obama interests me because he seems congruent. He seems to be pretty much what he presents himself as. I have two connections to people who know him, and they assure me that we see is what we get. I like what I see. I’m having a good time. During the debate last night, Ron Paul sounded like the Republicans’ Joe Lieberman. Pretty amusing.
And did anyone else hear Huckabee quoting the Declaration of Independence, and forget the “All men are created equal” part? He jumped straight to the “inalienable rights” part. Frankly, I consider that a lovely little Freudian Slip, and am now watching him more closely. Something doesn’t smell right. Of course, maybe that’s just the carpet. Buster, have you been in my office..?
(Buster’s my cat.)
Monday, January 07, 2008
Posted by Steven Barnes at 8:00 AM