Monday, February 1, 2010
A Single Man
Lots of cooking this weekend -- clam chowder on Saturday, and last night a fish dish layering butternut squash, cauliflower and pollock wrapped in thin potato slices. Our friend Adam came over to share last night's dinner, which also included blackberry and pear cobbler.
(I used to pick blackberries in the wild while growing up in Florida, and my babysitter often made cobblers from them. It still irks me to spend $3.99 for a carton of blackberries, when to me they should be as free as water or air.)
On Saturday we watched DVDs of "Marnie," one of Hitchcock's lesser efforts from the '60s, and "Beyond the Valley of the Dolls," known mostly for being Roger Ebert's one screenwriting venture. "Beyond" was a spectacularly, phantasmagorically bad picture, but at the same time a riveting period piece. It had nothing to do with Jacqueline Susann's book or the movie of that book. It was just a drug-fueled psychedelic romp of unknown actors, bared breasts and fake blood spatters. There was even a beheading!
Yesterday we went to see "A Single Man," Tom Ford's movie (adapted from Christopher Isherwood's novel) about a professor coping with the sudden death of his partner of 16 years. It was a good movie in places, with terrific performances by Colin Firth and Julianne Moore -- in fact, Firth is being buzzed about as a potential Oscar nominee. But I thought the film crawled a bit and was too heavy on style, to the detriment of content. You could tell the director is a fashion designer!
(Photo: Coney Island, January 2010.)