Thank You Notes to My Dad

Last Sunday was my Dad's birthday. 

He would have been 107 had he lived.  He always said he would live to be a 100 and I think he would have had he not refused treatment for his treatable cancer.

With family members strewn all over the country and other family members no longer with us, I use birthdays as a time to remember the person.  But I also especially like to reflect on my parents and those who came before me.  I am a firm believer in the fact that you need to know where you have been to know who you are.

You know that bit that Jimmy Fallon does on the Tonight Show on Friday nights where he writes humorous thank you notes?  I thought I would celebrate my Dad's birthday by writing him some thank you notes.

Thank you, Dad...for your sense of humor.

I remember your silly jokes - usually silly knock-knock jokes.  Nothing off color. You would deliver the punch line and then chuckle at how funny you thought it was. You also had a sense of humor about yourself.  I think I got that from you.  And I remember lots of laughter.

And you always wanted to be a cowboy.

Thank you, Dad...for your musical talent.

You played trumpet in a dance band for most of your life, but you could also play almost any instrument and transcribed all of the music for the dance band you were in.  I had a brief stint in musical comedy so whatever musical talent I have came from you and has been passed on to my daughter.

Thank you, Dad...for being so smart and imaginative.

Whenever there was a problem or a need, you came up with a solution. You were an inventor of all kinds of things. Mom said you actually invented the "sippy cup" before it came out commercially. My sister was ready to drink out of a cup but needed something between the bottle and a cup and you invented a "sippy cup" for her. Mom always lamented your business sense, that you didn't patent it.


Thank you, Dad...for your positive attitude.

You were always a positive, upbeat influence which probably explains why I have always been drawn to positive people. Whenever we were sick or down, you knew just what to say, and people would come to you for advice. You delighted in all kinds of things from hats for my Mom, lamps for the house and your big passion, big American cars.  So many things delighted you and made you happy.  You would find out about something and exclaim, "Imagine that!"

Thank you, Dad...for your thoughtfulness and generosity.

If I made an offhand remark that I wanted a particular coat or if I admired something in a store window, I would probably get it as a gift at my next birthday or at Christmas.  You were really great that way and loved to surprise people.  When I would bring my children to visit, you would have baseball cards for my son or a doll for my daughter.  And you never let us leave without giving us "a couple of bucks."

Thank you, Dad...for being a great father.

• You were not just generous with money and gifts, you were generous with your time, attention and encouragement. 
• You were self sacrificing, so we could have a good life. Not to mention, you always let me have the car and would even walk to work if I promised my friends I could have the car.
• You were sensitive to our needs and wants.
• You helped to create a stable home.
• You encouraged your children to be what they wanted to be, to do what they needed to do. When I moved out to California right after college graduation, you gave me "a couple of bucks" and wished me well.  You didn't question it or try to stop me, despite how hard it must have been to know how far away I would be (though later you expressed admiration that I had the courage to do it). 
• You let me go to live my life and make my own mistakes.

and

Thank you, Dad...for your genes.

Because of you I am looking forward to a long life. 

Your Dad, who was born in 1874 (I can't believe my own grandfather was born in 1874) lived to be 98 and your mother 89, despite the fact she had diabetes all of her life and went blind in her 50's. My older sister and brother are still alive too (however, my Dad did not drink or smoke, so I might have screwed everything up with that).

And you live on, Dad, as those good genes are passed on from generation to generation. 

Here you are as a baby in 1908.

Here is your little grandson in 2014.

Over 100 years separate these two pictures and you died 22 years before this little grandson was born, yet you are still here.

You live on in the faces of those who came after you.

But you live on, too, as your gifts are passed on. You set an example for your children. Hopefully, we have your sense of humor, especially about ourselves, your talents, your smarts, your positive attitude, your thoughtfulness and generosity, your sensitivity and self sacrifice, that we too are good parents and pass it on.

  

As I think about my Dad, I can't help but think about myself as a parent now, knowing what I know. I certainly wish my Dad was still here so I could ask him some things. I wonder what he and my mother were thinking and feeling as their children went through all of the ups and downs of their lives. They were always there when I needed them but they let me live my life, warts and all.

As Bob Dylan said, "Take care of your memories.  For you cannot relive them."

I hope you will take some time to remember a loved one and where you came from.

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"Whiplash" and The Week in Reviews

[I review the movie "Whiplash" plus the DVDs "Before I Go To Sleep" and "White Bird in a Blizzard." The Book of the Week is "How To Grow Up" and I get you caught up on "My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project: A couple of silent films, "A Throw of Dice" and "Nosferatu (considered the scariest Dracula of them all)"]


Whiplash (2014)

An ambitious young drummer at a music conservatory encounters a cutthroat teacher.

 

Miles Teller, who has already made a name for himself in the teen-oriented films "The Spectacular Now," "Divergent," and "Insurgent," stars as Andrew, who lives to play the drums, in this much more adult-oriented effort. 

In his first year at an elite music academy in New York City, Andrew is noticed by Fletcher (J.K. Simmons in his 2015 Oscar winning Best Supporting Actor role), who invites Andrew to join his jazz ensemble, which is the top one at the school.  Turns out Fletcher is sadistic in his methods, pitting drummers against each other, verbally abusing them when they play out of tune and even hurling furniture. He is the Abby Lee Miller of the jazz school world.  But despite that, Andrew will do anything to impress Fletcher.  He practices the drums until his hands bleed.  Who knew that drumming could be so physical and painful? Unfortunately Andrew's single-mindedness starts turning him into Fletcher, mistreating his girlfriend and becoming antisocial.

  

Fletcher loses his job partly because of Andrew.  When Andrew and he meet again in a jazz club, Fletcher is unapologetic about his teaching methods.  He tells Andrew that to get the next Charlie Parker, he needs to push his students to be the best.  He says there are no two words in the English language more harmful than "Good job."

 

Fletcher is conducting a professional band in a "Showcase" for music bigwigs and asks Andrew to join him.  Andrew does not realize Fletcher has revenge on his mind, but Fletcher also does not realize who he is dealing with and just how much Andrew wants to make it.

 

Written and directed by Damien Chazelle, "Whiplash" is an apt title for this dazzling, fresh, and personal  film that is a jazz lover's dream.  It's the title of a jazz piece featured in the film, but it also characterizes Fletcher's "slave driver" approach to teaching and the blood and sweat Andrew subjects himself to as he strives for greatness. And the film asks the question, how far does one have to go to succeed? How much does it take? The film also has the longest drum solo in history, to me anyway.

J.K. Simmons has the craggiest face I have ever seen. He plays a ruthless teacher that one could argue the portrayal is a bit one note, but it's a bravura performance nevertheless. And Miles Teller is no slouch in this either. He is one talented young actor. We will be seeing more and more of him. He has two movies opening soon and three more in the can, as they say.  Paul Reiser makes an appearance as Andrew's rumpled and beleaguered Dad, a far cry from his "Mad About You" days. But that's a good thing that he can transition to drama with none of his "Mad" mannerisms in evidence.

If you were surprised that this film beat out "American Sniper" in the Sound Editing category for the Oscar this year, you won't be if you see this film.

Rosy the Reviewer says...a tight, engrossing film with an Oscar-winning performance, Oscar-winning sound editing and cool jazz.  What more could you ask?

 

 

***DVDS***

You Might Have Missed

(And Some You Will Be Glad You Did)

 

Before I Go To Sleep  (2014)

 

Because of a traumatic accident, Christine (Nicole Kidman) wakes up every day not remembering the day before or her life.

Every day Christine has to relearn her life only to forget it again each morning.  Her husband, Ben (Colin Firth) leaves notes around the house to help her. Each morning when Ben is at work, Christine gets a phone call from Dr. Nasch (Mark Strong), who each morning explains to her who he is and why he is calling.  Each morning he instructs her to find a box in her closet. 

Flashback to a few weeks before, when we learn that Dr. Nasch has given Christine a camera so she can record herself and tell herself what happened the day before. He tells Christine that her husband had been against him treating her and plants a seed that her husband is lying to her so she keeps the camera and her meetings with Dr. Nasch a secret.  Then, Christine starts having flashes of memory. Slowly we learn that Christine was attacked and left for dead in an industrial area.  Why was she in the industrial area near the airport?  Was she having an affair?  She is determined to find out what happened that night. We also learn that Christine and Ben had a son who died and that Ben divorced her four years ago.

The film started out really well with an interesting premise, but halfway through, it started to crumble a bit and the twist ending is far-fetched.  But if you can get over that, you will like it.

The critics were not particularly kind to this film, but I liked it even though I pretty much had it figured out six minutes in, but it's fast-moving and slickly produced.  It's part "Gaslight," part Lifetime movie.  I liked "Gaslight" and Lifetime Movies are a guilty pleasure, so I'm in.

Nicole Kidman does an admirable job but her hair looks awful in this movie so try not to let that distract you.  Though it's Nicole's movie, Colin Firth puts in a great performance of vulnerability and sensitivity.

Rosy the Reviewer says...it's the Lifetime Movie "Woman in Danger" formula, but, hey, I like Lifetime Movies and this one does it very well. 



White Bird in a Blizzard (2014)

A teen-aged girl's mother disappears without a trace.

It's 1988 and Katrina's (Shailene Woodley) mother has disappeared.  Katrina comes home from school to learn from her father (Christopher Meloni) that her mother is gone. Though she remembers her mother as loving and fun when she was little, now that Katrina is a teen, she hasn't been getting along with her mother so she seems unconcerned about her mother's disappearance.  She hangs with her friends Beth (Gabourey Sidibe) and Mickey (Mark Indelicato), has sex with her neighbor Phil (Shiloh Fernandez) and the creepy detective (Thomas Jane) looking into mother's disappearance. In flashbacks, we see that Katrina's mother, Eve (played by the beautiful Eva Green) was miserable in her marriage. She drinks, flirts with Phil, wears inappropriate clothing and treats her husband like crap.

Phil isn't very smart.  He massacres the English language with his malapropisms ("cut me some slacks," "vicious circus").  But Katrina likes it that Phil is simple and not very smart. Kat doesn't like to have to think about much except sex and getting high. Kat's Dad is a bit of a schmoe.

Shailene Woodley was in four films in 2014, two of which were block busters ("Divergent," "The Fault in Our Stars").  She's the hot young thing.  So one wonders when she had the time to film this one and why it wasn't promoted more, because this is as good as some of the other films Woodley has done. The acting was great, especially Woodley as you have never seen her (as in nude) and Green.

Angela Bassett competently plays Katrina's shrink in a small role, making me sad that more and more black actresses are relegated to supporting roles as co-workers, mentors, (Viola Davis in "The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby"), madams (Octavia Spencer in "Get on Up") mothers (Viola Davis in "Get on Up"), sidekicks and shrinks.  What's the deal, Hollywood?  Give these wonderful actresses some leading roles!

The whodunit is predictable.  Think "Dateline."  When the detective tells Katrina he thinks her Dad killed her mother, Katrina asks, then what did her Dad do with the body? The detective replies, "That's the big mystery."  DUH!  For one thing, GET A SEARCH WARRANT, DUDE! I had that figured out hours ago. But there is also a twist at the end that you will not see coming and which is really out there.

Based on the novel by Laura Kasischke and adapted and directed by Gregg Araki, despite some implausibilities, I liked this film. 

Even with its flaws, this film is an interesting study of growing up, how we view our parents and how, though they are the people we know the longest in our lives, we never really know them.

Rosy the Reviewer says...it's like a fictionalized version of "Dateline," but, hey, I LOVE Dateline!  So if you are a Dateline fan or if you are a Shailene Woodley fan, you will like this.
(Available streaming on Netflix or check your local public library).

 

 

***My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project***

 

 

273 to go!

 

A couple of classic silent films this week.

 

Have YOU seen these?

 

 

 

A Throw of Dice (1929)

 

 

 

Two rival kings, Ranjit and Sohan, are addicted to gambling and the same woman, Sunita.

 

Ranjit and Sohan are in love with Sunita, so Sohan plays dirty and frames Ranjit for the murder of Sunita's father.  Sohan also wants to take over Ranjit's kingdom so he rigs the dice in his favor and Ranjit loses his kingdom and becomes Sohan's slave in this 1920's silent film.

 

If you don't like subtitles, you probably won't like silent films, but silent films are always a good reminder to movie lovers, why there was a contingent who did NOT want the talkies.  There is a certain simplicity and suspension of disbelief in silent films that talkies can't rival, not to mention the "colorful" black and white.

 

Why it's a Must See: "One of [this film's) most striking elements is the naturalism of the performances, particularly compared with the declamatory style of much Western acting at that time.  Also noteworthy...cinematographer Emil Schunemann's stunning visuals...and an atmospheric score by Nitin Sawhney...it now ranks as one of the pinnacles of early cinema."

---"1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die"

 

Proves true the old adage, "A picture is worth a thousand words."

 

Rosy the Reviewer says...a lovely little 76 minutes.

(Available streaming on Netflix or check your local public library).

 

 

 

 

Nosferatu, a Symphony of Terror (1922)

 

 

The Bram Stoker novel of "Dracula" brought to the screen in 1922.

 

Estate agent Hutter is sent to Count Orlok's (Max Schreck) castle to help him buy a house in the village. While there, he realizes Count Orlok is more than just a Count, he is a demonic creature with his sights set on Hutter's wife, Ellen.  When a strange person with sharp teeth admires a picture of your wife and says, "What a lovely long neck," beware.

 

Why it's a Must See:  "[The reason this version of the Dracula story]...stands apart from most Dracula films...is the striking presence of star Max Schreck, whose surname translates to 'fear.' Schreck plays the eponymous vampire with an almost savage simplicity...[director F.W.] Murnau created some of cinema's most lasting and haunting imagery...He also introduced several vampire myths that fill not just other Dracula films but permeate popular culture as well."

---"1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die"

 

The film is restored in sepia and other colorful tones that belie the black and white we are used to in silent films and the subtitles are in color, giving the viewer the feeling one is watching a color film. The score is lush (it's like watching an opera) and despite the declamatory style of the acting so prevalent in those days, the film is quite mesmerizing.

 

Some have said this is the scariest of all of the Dracula films.  I am not sure about that. But Roger Ebert once said that it's all relative, so I would guess this film scared the pants off viewers in the 1920's.  Today?  Not so sure, but it's definitely creepy thanks to Schreck.  

 

Rosy the Reviewer says...ooooh, scary.

(Available streaming on Netflix or check your local public library).

 

***Book of the Week***

 

 

How To Grow Up: A Memoir by Michelle Tea (2015)

Tea shares her self-described "awkward stumble" towards the life of a real Grown-Up in this memoir that touches on everything from dating to alcoholism to Buddhism to IVF.

 

As an aspiring writer in San Francisco, at almost 40, Tea is still sharing a house with some twenty-somethings and a refrigerator that is a hazmat zone.  She is starting to question herself. Growing up poor, she never had much and didn't expect to have much until her writing took off and all of a sudden she had some much - as in money.  Should she treat herself to a real apartment for her 40th birthday?  Can a poor woman also love Barney's?

Tea defines an adult as "a person who can take care of herself, who comports herself with dignity, who has self-respect and respect for others, who is capable of dealing with reality and has managed to figure out, at least a little, how people do things -- like pay taxes and return phone calls."

She has a rocky road to adulthood and she humorously shares her ups and downs as she struggles with dating (she finally realized part of being grown up was not to date depressed people anymore), alcohol and drugs, no money and bad choices.

In a chapter on breaking up, she offers red flags that let you know when it's time to break up:

• When you ask if he really wants to be with you and the answer is "I don't know. "

       (According to Tea, there are only two answers to that question. Yes and no.
       "I don't know" gets filed under "no.")

• When one of you brings up having an open relationship
• When you fight all of the time
• When you are walking on eggshells most of the time

After a breakup, she says, "...go to Paris.  If you can't do that, go somewhere...  Find a place that reminds you that the world is so much bigger than your heart and whoever broke it this time around...take a drink if you can stand it. You're alive. That relationship was but one chapter in your long, long story, one little scene in your epic."

Along the way she also discovers Buddhism and meditation, which I loved because I have too.  It's quite astonishing when you realize that you are not your thoughts.  What?  I'm not?

"We love our minds so much in this culture...my opinions are super important and also witty and smart -- I think I will broadcast them all over the Internet! Our minds are everything. Our thoughts define us...But the more you sit back and experience how little control you have over your mind's rambling, [you realize it's] putting out sentiments that were harmful to me.  They were harmful because I believed them.  If I think it, it must be true, right?  But maybe I didn't have to believe in the things my mind insisted upon.  Maybe I'd be a little bit happier if I didn't... Sitting in meditation, you get to understand the nature of the mind...[that it is] more like a rambunctious toddler who wants everything and likes to pout and throw fits...[with] the tone and timbre, and validity of an Internet comment board, and [so in meditation] I treat them accordingly -- delete; ignore; I'll pray for you, you sad, angry person."

She also talks about becoming a "gym rat", her foray into the world of IVF and the importance of moisturizing.

Rosy the Reviewer says...She indeed has grown up and even those of us in the later parts of our lives can take something away from this.  And it's funny as hell.

 

 

 

Thanks for Reading!

That's it for this week.

See you Tuesday for

"Thank You Notes to My Dad"

 

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How To Care For a Sick Loved One: Do's and Don'ts

First of all, I want to say that this blog post is NOT for long term caregivers caring for loved ones with chronic illnesses.  I have nothing but admiration and compassion for people who have made this commitment and I would never make light of it. 

No, this post is for those caring for spouses and children who are suffering from those pesky illnesses that befall us all at one time or another, the flu or measles or short-term injury, that kind of thing.

What brought this topic to mind was the fact that I had the flu a few weeks ago and it laid me low for practically the whole month.  And might I add, I HAD A FLU SHOT!!!  So you can imagine my anger and dismay that despite getting the shot, I still got the flu.  And now I have something wrong with my knee, so I hobbling around, icing it, elevating it and generally feeling bad about it.

 

Because I am rarely sick, I am not a very good patient. But then I don't really have a very good "nurse," either.  Hubby works at home so you would think he would check in on me from time to time, but that wasn't the case when I had the flu. 

So I thought I would share some tips for making your mother, father or spouse a better caregiver when you or a loved one has the flu or shingles or food poisoning or a bum knee.

My Mom was a stay-at-home Mom and when I was sick as a little girl, my Mom would provide me with a bell to ring if I needed anything.  She collected bells so it made me feel better to choose a pretty bell to have by my bed to ring if I needed her. 

So naturally when I had my own children, I wanted to do the same thing.  However, some things don't translate well. I tried it the first time when my son was about five or six. He was in bed sick and I stayed home from work to care for him.  I gave him the bell.  He rang the bell. I went to see what he wanted. Glass of water?  Sure.  Ten minutes later.  Ring, ring.  Some toast?  Sure. Ten minutes later. Ring, ring. Another blanket? Ten minutes later, ring, ring. He couldn't remember why he rang the bell.  Not 60 minutes into giving him that damn bell, I was grabbing it out of his hand saying, "Gimme that!" So much for my good intentions.  My mother was either a paragon of patience or I was a very responsible little girl about the bell or the image of my mother grabbing the bell out of my hand saying, "Gimme that!" has faded from memory.  But of course, I realized later it wasn't the bell so much as his being lonely in his room all by himself.


So Tip #1.
Try the bell, but be prepared for your own unexpected response to repeated bell ringing.  However, you might be a better mother (or spouse) than I.

 

As I said, I am just recuperating from the flu and I felt like crap for almost two weeks.  As I lay in bed in agony, I would call down to Hubby in a pitiful little squeak of a voice, "Hubby, would you please take my temperature?" 

Now I know I am perfectly capable of taking my own temperature, but if you can't get a little special attention when you are sick, when can you get it (remember the bell)?  So Hubby dutifully took my temperature.  As I said, I felt terrible, beads of perspiration were forming on my brow, I was kicking off the sheets I was so hot and Hubby said..."Your temperature is slightly elevated...101.8! You'll be fine."  WHAAAT!?? 101.8?!! SLIGHTLY ELEVATED!???  Speaking of kicking the sheets, I was about ready to kick Hubby!  So that leads me to Tip #2.

Tip #2. 
Do not make light of the suffering of your loved ones, even if you think they are milking it for all it's worth. 

The right response to Temperature-Gate was for Hubby to say, "OMG your temperature is 101.8!  You are burning up. No wonder you feel so bad.  Let me fluff your pillows.  Let me get you a wet cloth for your fevered brow.  Would you like me to rub your feet?  Can I get you anything?"  That is the correct response. 
NOTE:  That is NOT the correct response if the sufferer is under the age of 18. A response like that to children would probably scare them, so as usual, in the interest of avoiding tears and hysterics, best to lie to the children and say something like, "Your temperature is slightly elevated...but you will be fine."

As I said, I am rarely sick and when I am, I am probably not as stoic as I should be for a woman of a certain age. The main reason is that I went to the Christian Science Sunday School from the age of 5 until I was 18 and complaining about how bad you feel and expecting sympathy is not part of the plan. 

I came from a mixed marriage.  My Dad was a Christian Scientist and my Mother was a Lutheran.  I think I was originally going to the Lutheran church, but when my Dad became a Reader at the Christian Science Church, my mother thought it looked bad if the kids were going to the Lutheran church so we all switched over. I learned about the vaccination issue early because I had Christian Scientist friends who got the waver to not be vaccinated at school (remember those mass vaccinations at school?) I thought, here's one good reason to go to church.  No shots!  No such luck. My Dad respected the fact that my mother was not a Christian Scientist, so we were all duly vaccinated. 

But that's not to say the Christian Science did not rub off on my mother. 

We had absolutely no medicine of any kind in the house except aspirin (my mother would get headaches).  We didn't even have band aids most of the time, but when we did, it was always those plain cloth kind.  I used to beg my mother to get the cool band aids with the Flintstones on them, but I guess that was seen as somehow glorifying my injuries. 

If I would complain about aches or pains to my Mother, she would say, "Oh, you're fine." So when I did actually get something like the measles, it was almost a treat, because then I would get the royal treatment:  that lovely little bell to summon my mother, toast cut into "fairy strips," a glass of ginger ale for my tummy and watching TV all day.  When I had the measles, my Mother made me wear sunglasses when I was watching TV because there was some indication you could go blind from the measles if you watched TV. That didn't stop me!

But the best thing about being sick was my Dad would come up to see me when he got off work and he would sit on the edge of my bed and say, "What's this I hear about you not feeling good?"  Then he would give me a "treatment."  That's Christian Science talk for getting rid of "error," or sickness and disease by giving it over to God, which was just basically reminding me about the power of positive thinking and that I wasn't really sick.  I wasn't so sure about all of that, but the main thing I liked about it was having my Dad all to myself, talking to me about grownup things and being very loving.  And you know what?  I would feel better. 

It also didn't hurt that he would also ask me what would make me feel better, and in my most pathetic little voice I would murmur, "A malted milk shake."  And off he would go to the local ice cream shop to buy me a malted milk shake (also known in the Midwest as a chocolate malt).  Then I felt a LOT better!

 

So Tip #3:  It's all about love and attention.  In our hectic world, we sometimes forget to do that. Here's your chance to show your loved ones that you really care. Sure, it's a pain in the neck to run up and down stairs with food and drink.  Sure, it's a pain to disrupt your routine to take care of someone else.  And that godawful bell, but isn't that what love is all about? 

And one more thing about Christian Science.  I can't tell you how many times people would say to me after finding out that I went to the Christian Science church, "Oh, you are the people who don't believe in doctors."  And that would be grownups saying this to me when I was 8 or 9. What do you say to something like that? Just imagine someone saying something like that today to an Orthodox Jewish person such as "Oh you are the people who don't believe in eating pork."  Anyway, the whole doctor thing is a bit of misinformation anyway.  I would just say, "Oh we believe in doctors.  We know they exist.  We just don't need them." 

The older I get the more I realize what a good mother I had. 

We didn't like each other so much when I became a teenager, but as a little girl, she was very attentive. When I would throw up all over my bed in the middle of the night, she would come in, change the bed and only say "Ish" once.

So Tip #4.  Don't make your loved ones feel bad if they throw up all over their beds.  They can't help it (and don't say "Ish" more than once).

Well, we are probably mostly out of flu season now but with all of those people not vaccinating their kids, who knows what illnesses you will have to deal with (and it's not the fault of the Christian Scientists - they didn't start that whole furor over vaccines causing autism).

So when you hear a little sniffle or a bit of a cough or some whining from your loved ones, plan to give them a little extra TLC.  That, more than anything, goes a long way in helping them get well.

Do you have tips for caring for a sick loved one?

Thanks for Reading!


See you Friday

 

when I will be reviewing

 

"Whiplash"

 

as well as some

 

DVD's to see or avoid

 

and the latest on

 

"My 1001 Movies I Must See Before

 

I Die Project."

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