This week we've watched a couple of movies I don't feel like looking up the names of. The first was a 1972 documentary about the fundamentalist church, done by someone who had been a child prodigy preacher, ordained at age four. Marjoe, that's the name of it. He made the movie intending to "expose" the fakery of the church. Now, I have no love of church and especially not the fundies, but I think that's just sad and mean. And the movie itself had lots and lots of "Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!" innit, which makes me plain uneasy.
The second was Fancy Dancing, by the producers of Smoke Signals. Lots of the same actors as in Smoke Signals, and as in Northern Exposure. The story is about a gay indian poet who goes home to the res for a funeral. It is quite good, if also quite low-budget. Memorable, though not exactly riveting. I learned that "innit" is a res expression, instead of brit as I'd thought previously. I like "innit," and have been using it since I ran across it on misc.writing several years ago.
As I quit watching TV several years ago (1989), there are a lot of actually good series that I've missed. Gobbless Netflix. Now we're renting those same TV shows and watching four at a time on disc. A much more efficient way than sitting down at seven o'clock every Thursday, if you ask me. He's just now added Northern Exposure and Soap to our queue.
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