Movie: George Washington

A quiet evening last night at Hacienda del Rey de Diversion with mi novia. Check out this undergraduatesque repast: hotdogs and Annie's Mac & Cheese enhanced by a pinch of green curry powder (What are we, 19?). Oh, and a few ice cold Primos, but that goes without saying.

I am wavering on Netflix at the moment. Not because I don't like the service, mind you, but because of Minneapolis/Hennepin County's superior library system. A cursory search of the Hennepin County Library online catalog currently yields 293 movies from the Criterion Collection alone (Your tax dollars at work. Talk about a persuasive argument for voting Democratic...). And, since the library catalogs are online, you can simply punch in your library card #, reserve materials, be informed via email when they arrive and pick them up. Cheapskate cinephiles should take note, if you haven't already.

http://www.hclib.org/
http://mplwebcat.mpls.lib.mn.us/

Anyway, I saw this little gem of a film last night, which I had been meaning to see for quite a while. Wow! David Gordon Green does his star turn as Orson Welles, making a movie like this at the hoary age of 25 and inspiring clammy feelings of inadquacy among us all.

I don't want to be a spoiler, so I won't write much about it, but it's poetic, funny, tender, incredibly eerie film that's also chock-full of Southern Gothic, which I love. A dense film that begs for mutiple viewings--something I'm looking forward to doing in the near future.