Mom is dead.
Her rule has ended.
Her domain passed into new hands.
What family shall endure?
Had the book launch for Latinos in Lotusland: An Anthology of Contemporary Southern California Literature last night. It went well; will post pictures later. For now, an interlude:
Watched Black Snake Moan [HD DVD]on t.v. last night. It was so worth it. #1 I like Samuel L. Jackson in just about everything I've seen him in. If I don't like the movie, his performance is worth watching. This is an S.L.J. who is old, somewhat bitter; somewhat religious (his childhood friend is a minister). S.L.J. has a few gold teeth, and a wife who dumps him for his younger brother.
#2 Christina Ricci plays a nymphomaniac. There should be a special Oscar for nymphos and Ricci should win every year. She does this thing when sexual pangs hit her that goes beyond method acting. Are you listening, you-know-who? Plus, I like the music. S.L.J. performs and his story is hard. There's dirty, sweaty dancing; Ricci shows her lovely breasts often, and rightly so; and, did I mention the chain wrapped around Ricci's shredded trailer-park non-apparel?
Justin Timberlake is credible as a nervous wreck--- a decent guy convulsed with panic attacks --- who studdily manages to keep Ricci in tow, as long as he's there.
Out of their turmoil, a new family emerges.
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
What Family Shall Endure: Black Snake Moan
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Black Snake Moan, blues, chains, Christina Ricci, dirty dancing, gold teeth, Justin Timberlake, Latinos in Lotusland, method acting, nymphomaniac, Samuel L. Jackson, sexual pangs, trailer park
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