At the end of the year, movie slides upon movie. Release dates in theaters and on DVD are shuffled about like chess pieces; the PR circuit buzzes and hums. Matt Damon imitates Matthew McConaughey as part of the tour to convince us to see him in a history of the CIA; McConaughey drops by Regis and Kelly Lee to talk about We Are Marshall. The Rocky Balboa world premiere. Or, as I like to call it, "The movie I'm going to hear a lot of jokes about." Movies I can't stop thinking about won't get nominated by the Academy, and some will. The DreamGirls soundtrack is on my Ipod, not a bad thing at all. I saw Eragon, knowing it was not a good idea to do so. If you can't say anything nice about a film, don't say anything. Certainly don't compare it to a mix of The Lord of the Rings, Dragonheart and The NeverEnding Story. (Watching Eragon felt like watching Dean Venture's mental breakdown -- Yes! Most obscure refrence possible!) Last year, during San Francisco rain, The Best of Youth was playing at The Balboa, and that provided the film-screen counterfeit of sunshine, and demonstrated firmly the existence of everything -- love, kindness, regret, tragedy and wonder -- that you hope exists in the human condition.

categories Features, Cinematical