Last night for the first time since April, Brad and I sat on our couch and watched a movie.
When we came back from spending the month of May in Paris, our Tivo had died after many years of faithful service. Instead of repairing /replacing it, we decided to turn off our satellite t.v. account and divorce ourselves (actually meaning me) not only from habitual t.v. watching, but from any television at home. We kept our DVD player and planned to still watch movies, but since June was just a whirling dervish of activity and we were in Alaska for July and part of August, this was the first chance we’d had to sit down for a movie at home.
The Fast Runner was shipped to our house by Netflix on 3/16/06. No movies have been shipped to us in the last 3 months, so I figure that this movie cost us about $80. The Fast Runner is the first movie made entirely in the Inuit language Inuktitut and was quite fascinating. It was hard to understand the opening scene, and the official movie website explains the narrative better than the movie did. I loved the beauty of the arctic scenery, and kept thinking that Brad should do his North Pole Marathon run in mukluks. At 2 hours 52minutes, it’s a long movie, but definitely worthwhile.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 