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Three movies seen over the holidays so far. Paycheck was a brutal disreguard for the art of screenwriting, much to my disappointment. At least it had a very proper and very realistic use of a BMW R1150-Rockster motorcycle. The way it is ridden and the conditions its ridden in are quite true to the bike; even the gravel laydown-and-get-back-up. If you want to see a Rockster in action, do watch.

I saw Triplets of Belleville at the local art theater (Camera 3) at Peganthyrus's recommendation. It's a beautiful head-trip of artsy ink and paint, with just enough computer backup thrown in to make it modern. I enjoyed it all too much, though this will not be everybody's cup of tea. It's an art film showing in art theaters for a reason. I need to drag Chipotle to this theater by 'er tail sometime; the cafe and movie club there will probably be right up Chipotle's alley.

Tonight, however, was spent dragging fox-and-bat to go see Calendar Girls. The film filled a much needed laugh-and-feel-warmfuzzy niche for the holiday season. It's kind hearted, funny and at times just barely sad. Touching, in ways. To my mom, who I know reads this journal all too often: Go see this. Drag the dad-creature and some friends. It's fun in the same ways that films like "The Full Monty" are.

And -- this is the part that'll make my sister laugh -- there are these scenes where all the ladies are doing Tai Chi on a mountaintop in the morning. The scene is repeated throughout the movie as a contemplative spot for the ladies to think things through and then get a good laugh at each other. I can so imagine my mom and her crazy sisters doing that. They even have the same strange t-shirts and sweaters. :)