Last night, we watched "Amistad", Spielburg's movie about the anti-slavery case in 1839. It's a great movie. Then I had a dream this morning about Christopher Plummer having his daughter Michelle Williams in chains. That's either very kinky or just plain trivializing. Oh well, I never said my mind was a temple of purity. I really love the cast in "Amistad". Djumou Honsu deserved the best actor Oscar, and Anthony Hopkins, Matthew McConnehy, Morgan Freeman, others deserved supporting Oscars. It also has my fave, Chitel Edjefor, as the translator, and he's great. Nobody does history films better than Spielburg. Lincoln is coming out next week, and I think Munich is a great film. I was telling my husband about Robert Redford's "Conspiracy", about the round up of a group associated with John Wilkes Booth, and the story of the mother of one of them who was hanged, though her son hid, and when he was found was not hanged. A powerful tale of lynch mob mentality, and people who get caught up as symbols and forgotten as the human beings they are. That movie got no real press, I think because it made viewers so uncomfortable.
Yesterday I went shopping with my younger daughter, and we had fun. I love looking at the colors. At my age, most clothes are not for me, which actually makes shopping so much more pleasant. It's like a visual treat with no pressure to buy. I was thrilled with all the yellow clothing, and convinced my daughter to get her shirt in that hue. I also love all the orange. I'd never wear either color with my coloring, but my mom's yellow suit still stands out in my mind. With her blond hair, brown eyes and ruddy coloring, she looked so great. I saved that suit until an infestation of moths from our neighbors hit us and ate up all my mom's wool clothes. But I still think of it as the most wonderful item she ever owned, and more beautiful than anything I've ever had. I guess if I had to pick one of my outfits, I used to have a purple suede fringed cowboy jacket when I lived in Colorado. I loved that thing. I gave it to my older daughter and I think it disintegrated eventually. I still have a vintage coat in teal-green wool with black velvet strips on the back. I call it my Kim Kovak coat, it's swingy with tight sleeves. I wear it with a black velvet sheath dress, and feel elegant indeed. It gets worn about once every three or four years.
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