Movies I Saw in March!
Here’s everything I watched last month…
The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
Her: “My printer’s not working.”
Me: “You can probably use a printer at your school’s library. They might charge you 10 cents a page or something, but that’s still a good option if yours is on the fritz.”
Her: “My school’s library?”
Her: “I don’t know if our school has a library.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Her: “Well, I’ve never seen it. Maybe we have one but I don’t know where it is.”
Me: “You don’t know where your school’s library is?”
Her: “Well, I’ve never been there.”
Her: “Why would I go there?”
Me: “Why would you…? Um…maybe there’s a book you’d like to read, or your teacher brought your class there to talk about research techniques—”
Her: “No, none of our teachers have ever taken us there. I’d remember.”
Two days later…
Her: “Hey, I found the library today!”
Me: “Oh, good. And did they have printers for you to use?”
Her: “I don’t know, because it was closed.”
The saddest thing about last night’s ceremony is that it made me embarrassed to be a person who loves movies. The rampant and misplaced misogyny was more embarrassing (never mind completely infuriating), but at this point we’re all so used to it that I barely managed more than an eye roll in response. The Oscars have always been a bit silly, but I’m not sure film culture has ever been made to look quite so trivial in front of so large an audience.