Top Ten Movies of 2007

Sheesh, I’ve only spent half of this year married to Chad, but I still feel like I have comprehensively seen every major player for the 2008 Oscar’s. When I looked over my list of movies watched in 2007, I was shocked to see that I had seen nearly one hundred (in theaters and on DVD). Chad’s list is probably double that.

So here is a list of my favorites, which does not mean “best.” Although I saw my share of blood and action on the screen this year, graphic violence and violence against women and children frequently (but not always) knocks movies off my list – the movies below are the ones that I enjoyed the most.

1. Once (8.1/10.0 IMDb)- you haven’t seen it? Go see it! It’s set on the streets of Dublin and completely cast with authentic musicians. Not only is it an offbeat love story, but it does something fantastic about being between a movie and a music video. All the music in the film is written and performed by the musicians featured on the movie poster. I’m looking forward to watching it again at home with subtitles. I wrote about it earlier here where I predicted it would be my favorite movie of the year, because how often do you grin all the way through a movie? FYI, Dooce loved it too.

2. Ratatouille (8.3/10.0 IMDb) – Another hilarious classic by Brad Bird (The Incredibles, The Iron Giant, etc…). Skip all the others (Meet the Robinson’s et al) and settle in to watch Ratatouille with kids of your choice. It’s set in Paris, all about food, and is appropriate for the whole family. See it and laugh out loud. It has joined my all-time favorite kids’ movies list. I posted about it when I saw it in NYC last summer here. It even met my thirteen-year old’s approval.

3. 3:10 to Yuma (8.1/10.0 IMDb) – I think I’ve liked every movie I’ve ever seen Christian Bale in with the exception of I’m Not There (snore). For some reason this gritty western with Bale and Russell Crowe didn’t get much attention, but I always love a smart, artistic bad boy (played by Crowe) and the underlying story of a father (Bale) struggling to be a role model for his son wrenched my gut.

4. Juno (8.4/10.0 IMDb) – Despite the over-the-top dialogue of the first ten minutes (Silencio, old man!), this film was touchingly real. I cried off and on for the entire movie because honestly, what mother-to-be has not felt completely alone and freaked about the future of her unborn child at one point or another? Young Ellen Page (Juno) is up for an oscar nomination, and while I doubt she’ll get it (not her turn), she surely deserves the recognition. Did I mention that the script was written by stripper-cum-blogger-cum-book author Diablo Cody? She blogged about her experiences and it was well-received and she ended up writing a book. Her agent suggested she try her hand at script writing and voila, she churned out Juno. Don’t hold it against the movie that it also happens to be Bella’s favorite at the moment too.

5. No Country for Old Men (8.7/10.0 IMDb) – With a combination like the Coen brothers and Cormac McCarthy how could you lose? A tad too “male” for my taste – very little dialogue and some extreme violence – but I could not deny my horrified fascination throughout. The Coen brothers, like Hitchcock, love to storyboard the heck out of their films, and you can tell. Each scene starts at a perfect pitch. It was my husband’s #1 movie of the year and, I wager, a likely winner at this year’s Academy Awards. It is currently #26 on IMDb’s Top 250 Movies of All Time list. (That’s right, click on through – it’s good list.)

6. Death Proof (7.4 /10.0 IMDb) – When we finished watching this movie at home on DVD, I turned to Chad, and said, “What the? I loved that movie – why didn’t we see it in the theaters?!” He explained, that in the U.S., Death Proof had been released as a double feature called Grindhouse, and that the first movie (directed by Robert Rodriguez) was called Planet Terror. I was not likely to sit through a movie featuring a one-legged woman with a machine gun for a second leg, so my husband made the right choice in waiting to watch just the Tarantino portion with me. Quentin Taratino really loves what he loves: women, B-movies, sharp dialogue, speed and dare-devilry and he mushes all that together in a sly contemporary flick that absorbs self-referentiality with ease. There are several (two?) scenes of intense violence, but they were stylized and worth it for the sheer ingeniousness of Tarantino’s boyish imagination. If I were a guy, I might want to be Tarantino, or my husband.

7. Control (8.1/10.0 IMDb) – This is a movie about Ian Curtis, the lead singer of Joy Division, going from his androgynous teenage days when he knew exactly what he wanted to his later days of not being able to handle getting what he had wanted. Based on his wife’s biography, Touching from a Distance, you never quite figure out why he had to go and hang himself at 23, but the film is beautifully rendered and wonderfully acted. It is shot entirely on location in the outskirts of Manchester – and each scene starts and ends like a well-composed black and white photograph. This is the major strength of first-time director, Anton Corbijn, and so it comes as no surprise that he is, in fact, a still photographer. The acting is excellent as well; I was completely in awe of Samantha Morton’s ability to make me believe that she was Ian Curtis’ teenage wife. She’ll probably get another Oscar nomination for it. And the best part? The soundtrack is composed of all your favorite Joy Division – and some of their influences and peers: David Bowie, the Buzzcocks, Iggy Pop…

8. American Gangster (8.2/10.0 IMDb) – An oscar preview disc of this film got leaked on the web two weeks before its U.S. release, so I saw it once at home and then at the theater. I liked and appreciated it even more the second time around. Directed by Ridley Scott, this film is pretty well seamless and damn well acted. Based loosely on the accounts of real heroin drug lord in the 1970’s named Frank Lucas, who is alive today, this story is the dark shadow version of the American Dream. It is currently #160 on IMDb’s Top 250 Movies of All Time list.

9. Charlie Wilson’s War (7.8/10.0 IMDb)- directed by Mike Nichols of The Graduate fame; more recently he’s directed Closer, which also has Julia Roberts. I’ve had a grudge against that woman since Pretty Woman, but even I have to admit that she only gets better and better – in looks, acting, and career choices. This movie is based on true events and gives a little room for hope that politicians, even the carousing ones, can actually accomplish minor miracles if they put their minds to it. Exceedingly well-directed.

10. La vie en rose (7.6/10.0 IMDb) – this may not be the easiest film to watch, but it’s worth stomaching the miseries of Edith Piaf’s life to watch Marion Cotillard’s spectacular performance of one of France’s musical darlings. Born to a drunkard, raised by prostitutes and circus freaks, abandoned by each in turn, it’s no wonder that La Mome could never find happiness. From street singer to beloved national star, you really fall into a trance watching Cotillard embody the incredible amount of pain Piaf endured during her 44 years.

Shortlist:

Atonement, There Will Be Blood, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

And for those of you who appreciate Chad’s taste more than mine, here’s his list for 2007 (Note: he says that if he had seen There Will be Blood in 2007 that it would have been his #2)(Second note: I saw all the movies Chad lists here except for Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead.)

1. No Country For Old Men
2. The Bourne Ultimatum
3. Zodiac
4. 3:10 To Yuma
5. Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead
6. Control
7. American Gangster
8. Gone Baby Gone
9. The Simpsons Movie
10. Into The Wild

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New Year's Resolutions (kinda)

I have no excuses for not writing the last week, except that I simply fell out of the habit. And I can’t believe how easy that was.

Perhaps it was the reality that after a year+ blogging daily that while my daily hits are respectable and hold steady, I am nowhere near my original goal of 5,000 hits per day that gave me pause. Or it could be just as my dad has always said, Nothing is harder than doing something every single day. Even just making a scrunched up face for five seconds becomes a Herculean feat if made every single day. (That’s the example my dad always used.)

Still, I’ve decided to continue with attempting a post a day through 2008 and see where it leads me. Because, even if my fingers don’t make it to the keyboard, my mind never stops posting, and holding a week’s worth of post ideas in my brain is making me see cross-eyed.

But, speaking of goals, back in August 2007, at Songbae’s recommendation, I set five goals for January 2008 (two personal, two business, one health). Now it’s time for me to revisit them and set my goals for April 2008:

Personal

1.  Although I have still not emptied every single MISC. box from last summer’s move, I have come pretty darn close. And so it continues: Empty every single MISC. pile from under my desk (where they got shoved moments before my parents arrived).

2. I’m still working on emptying my inbox weekly, but I prefer to set a non-GTD (Getting Things Done) goal this time: See art once a week. Schedule it. Tomorrow will be my first art day of 2008 as Bella and I are headed into Beverly Hills to get our hairs done (Bella’s getting her hair colored, I’m not – talk about generation gap.)
Business

1. I’ve hit my goal of making at least $1000/month writing, but upon reconsideration that original goal was not specific enough. Yes, I am making extra money writing, but I am writing about canes and inns, neither of which are very interesting to me. Plus I am writing all promotional material, which as another free-lance writer informed me, is anathema to a prospective editor employer. My new goal: Add 1-2 published clips to my paltry pile, so I can get on with my real goal of being a free-lance writer.

2. 5,000 hits per day is too much of a reach at the moment, I think. I have trouble even promoting womantalk, because I keep anticipating that I will write about art much more than I really do. So first, I need to set up a second blog that deals more with art; but in order for it to be very closely connected to womantalk, I’d like for it open up at the same time as womantalk.org. I’m talking about having a split personality blog with TWO TABS on top, like how Mozilla and now Internet Explorer, let you tab between different web pages. My tangible goal is to pay to host womantalk.org and set up the second art blog, which I’ve played around with here.

Health

1. Well, I’m certainly not thinking about losing weight anymore; it’s all about the baby’s health now and me and Chad getting mentally and emotionally prepared. By April, I plan to finish both the baby books I’ve started reading (Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth by Ina May Gaskin and The Pregnancy Book by William and Martha Sears) and to be enrolled in a Bradley Method class.

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Not Lazy, I Swear

I’ve never considered myself a lazy person, but these days my favorite pastime is whiling away the minutes, perhaps hours, between awake and asleep, laying naked between the bedsheets with my hands on my belly, listening.

People keep asking if I can feel the baby yet and I believe I do. Not in your stereotypical bulge-your-belly-out-like-an-alien-kicking-its-way-out way, but more in the way you hear the roar of the sea inside of a large seashell. I lay and listen quietly and suddenly it’s the ocean inside me: rhythmic lapping and waves reaching farther than expected. I can feel churning and gurgling and sudden lurches, a bit like I’m standing on the deck of my own boat and I can feel the engine humming in my bones.

Granted, some of what I am feeling may be pregnancy gas, but I think some of it’s the baby too.

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Chinese-Style Steamed Tilapia

One of the dishes my mom made for us was this very simple steamed tilapia and I will definitely be making it again soon. In fact Chad says that he’d like it once a week. The original recipe comes from a newly published cookbook written by my mom’s friend called My Favorite Recipes From Around the World. (My mom contributed the jello recipe..) The cookbook is pretty cool as it is in both Korean and English and has lovely photographs of each dish, taken by the author’s husband. The emphasis is on Korean cuisine.

Chinese-Style Steamed Tilapia

2 lb tilapia (the recipe actually calls for whole fluke or flounder – I think any white mild fish, like cod, will do)

4 tbs soy sauce

2 tbs roasted sesame oil

2 tbs mirin (rice wine) or sherry

1 bunch scallions shredded (matchsticks)

1/4 c shredded ginger (matchsticks)

1. Wash fish and pat dry. Make several diagonal cuts into the fish almost to the bone. Sprinkle lightly with salt.

2. Place half of shredded scallions and ginger in a pie pan (I used glass) and lay the fish on top. Place the rest of the shredded ginger on top of the fish. Reserve the remaining scallions for garnish.

3. Mix soy sauce, mirin, and sesame oil. Pour over the fish.

4. Place pie pan in a steamer and steam for 15-20 minutes. We made a steamer by putting a low rack at the bottom of a large pot and filling with several inches of water.

5. Garnish with reserved scallions. Spoon the sauce in the dish over the fish and serve with rice.

P.S. If you need a break from holiday cooking take a two-minute survey to see how many five year olds you could fight at once. The link is under Jeannie’s Stamp of Approval in my sidebar. I can fight 20, Chad 25 (apparently he’s willing to fight dirty), and Songbae can only manage 15.

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My Boxing Day

Considering that I generally post daily, that I haven’t posted for a week reveals a lot about the amount of energy it takes to entertain family. But that is far from a complaint, I don’t remember the last time my mother and I had such an amicable, enjoyable holiday together.

Maybe we kept our voices down because of the little one in the bun, but I like to think that it was the glue and focus of preparing heaps of Korean food that kept us all so happy this holiday season.

We started (or better said, My mom started…  I was just the sous-chef) Friday night with Chinese-Style Steamed Tilapia; Saturday my dad treated us to Spicy Pork Ribs; Sunday was Winter Solstice Feast with Kalbi (Korean BBQ), Chap Chae (Noodles with Vegetables),  Fresh Fish Fritters, and various Ban Chan (vegetable side dishes), Monday night I made Spaghetti with Sausage and Spinach, and we had Tofu and Fish Soup on Christmas Day. All in all, my stomach is very very happy, which means that I am happy as well. My stomach and I, we have that kind of co-dependent relationship.

This morning I woke up alone: my parents had caught a 6 am flight to Scottsdale, Arizona (for more golf and socializing with other Korean doctors), Bella was in the desert visiting friends and her dad, my brother was off at girlfriend’s house, and my husband had gone to work. I had a lovely morning sleeping in with my toes snugly tucked under our little pup – and when I got out of bed, I was surprised that I was not relieved by the emptiness of the house – but maybe a little sad that everybody was gone already.

A cup of tea and toasted bagel and lox later, I was ready for my mid-morning nap. A call from Bella woke me up just in time for me to hop in my car and head down to the library to join Chad for his lunchtime walk. On the way home I dropped by Costco and had myself a leisurely shop, taking time to go down every single aisle and taste every single sample station. The Costco shop, an article in the New Yorker, and an assembled lasagna, is all I’ve accomplished today and it feels wonderful.

Oops, I hear my brother’s voice – and Donna’s and Chad’s too – everybody’s home! gtg…

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Tremendous Comfort

I feel very comforted today after eating Korean food, shopping for Korean food, and then bustling about the kitchen with my very Korean mom.

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a smile

I attended Bella’s cross country awards ceremony tonight. The coach said a little something about each girl as she stepped up on the stage, sometimes based on an informal survey the girls had filled out. Bella’s inspiration for running? She said it was her mom.

: )

Things are falling into place for the holidays. Just finished the last episode of the fourth season of The Wire and told my boss I’m not coming into work tomorrow, so now I’ll have some time to actually get my room in order in the morning. Whew, that Wire show is like a drug – we could never get enough. I think we went through four seasons in less than a month… The first episode of season five is January 6, 2008.

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The 'Rents Are Coming

My parents arrive in two days, which has initiated a frenetic cleaning frenzy. I’m doing things like taking my showers with my glasses on so I scrub things down. Taking drawers out of the fridge to wash them in hot sudsy water. Putting brillo to my tea kettle. Washing and vacuuming the cars. Hounding the husband and kid to clean, even though my pile of mess is bigger than the two of theirs put together.

I’m thinking about staying home from work. To clean!

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Hurray for Stay-at-Home Moms

Hmm, a post at my friend’s blog shoved a little soapbox under my feet. She’s a stay-at-home mom and was ranting a bit about only having been away from her kids for four days in the past four years.

She thinks it’s a pathetic state of affairs, but I just want to get up and applaud.

I think its absolutely fantastic that there are still children actually being raised by their own parents. Does that sounds strange? Well, I met a woman on a plane once who was in the middle of adopting her second kid. She and her husband both worked full-time and and paid for a full-time nanny, and she didn’t intend to take off more than a few weeks when the second child entered their family. Which meant that she saw her own kids for only a few hours every day. The point of adopting kids to have somebody else raise them is?

Because if a nanny loves a kid, that kid should feel loved and grow up emotionally secure, right? But what’s the truth – the truth is NO AMOUNT OF MONEY CAN BUY YOU A MOTHER’S OR FATHER’S LOVE. No amount. That’s right.

[While I think there are plenty of great stay-at-home dads, I honestly believe that especially due to pregnancy, labor, birth, nursing and all the hormones involved, that it is simpler, easier and more instinctual for the mom to be the one who raises babies, so for the sake of my argument I am going to refer to the”mother,” rather than the “mother/father” for the rest of this post.]

I’ve thought about this. A lot. Mostly because I was a school teacher for ten years and have been a mother for fourteen, and I feel that I am witnessing a tragic number of kids being raised in daycare. I saw kids in school who did not have the emotional capacity of forming deep bonds with people around them. Granted, I saw kids who were not only being raised in daycare, but also suffering from emotional neglect in their own homes, so their behavior was pretty severe. And I am aware that being raised in daycare and being raised by a stay-at-home mom are pretty much at the opposite ends of the spectrum and I know that there is a tremendous amount of middle ground. I also know that it’s possible for a well-loved child in daycare to be heaps happier than an unloved child at home. Also, I am not anti-babysitting and I myself paid people to watch Bella while I was a full-time teacher single mom – so believe me, I am not trying to throw stones here – I know that we all do what we gotta do. I say all this as a mid-post preface because I know I am sticking my business into a controversial painful argument in parenting.

I believe that a child, a baby, an infant, grows a self-worth. Starting in the womb, the infant begins ego-less and needs to be taken care of in every imaginable way. Birth is the first separation from the parent and the first moment of beginning to establish a separate ego. And a child in the presence of *his parents learns that he is valuable just because he IS. Mere existence is enough to open the gates of unconditional parental love. No reasonable mother needs to be paid anything to love her own child.

On the other hand, what does a child learn who is raised in daycare? That he is not valuable enough in his own right to be loved, but that somebody needs to be paid to take care of him. This is deep, deep conditioning. Granted there can be wonderful people at the daycare, but compare the paid daycare employee level of concern with your own. A paid caretaker can never match the level of concern of the baby’s own mother. Even if that person is warm and caring, even if I were the daycare employee; I could take care of a child and care for a child, but would I love that child? And if that child were to leave the daycare and never come back – what would be the nature of our relationship? It would come to nothing, because a paid relationship can end abruptly and often does. The child learns to create different, more superficial kinds of relationships – ones that are not founded on unconditional love – ones that can end no matter how much the child might have come to love that other person.

In the end it comes down to this: children learn by being and experiencing. Self-love and a sense of self-worth as adult is formed through childhood experiences of loving relationships, or lack thereof. The deepest, most unconditional love comes from the family, and so I believe that children who are raised by their mother (or other members of the family) are the luckiest ones, the ones who have the greatest opportunity to develop a stable and deep sense of self-worth. And so I really and truly applaud mothers who stay at home with their babies. I stand up and give these mothers an ovation. These mothers are making an incredible investment in a secure and happy future for their children.

*For simplicity’s sake, I’ll refer to all babies in the masculine gender to differentiate from the mother.

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Posting Blues

When I gets like this I can’t even look my computer in the face when I come into the room.

Just generally feeling under the weather: mopey and moody. Today we saw Juno in the theater, which was great, but I cried, no bawled would be a better word, through the whole thing, even the funny parts. Then the rest of the day I kept bursting into tears, just plain feeling sorry for myself – until I had the sense to crawl back into bed for a long afternoon nap. And when I feel like this it’s hard to write it up.

Rest of the time, we’re cleaning house (folks arrive on Thursday), holing up to watch the 4th season of The Wire, and sneaking out to do tiny bits of Christmas shopping.

I’ll be be back tomorrow – I was tagged by a meme – so I’ll post on that.

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