Once a year, I fall in love with a movie. Last night, it was LA Story. It had a beautifully suspended magical realism, like Like Water For Chocolate; a wit only Steve Martin could bring to the table; and masterful weaving like Annie Hall. I can't begin to express how much I enjoyed it... instead, I find myself obsessing over when I can watch it again.
- The profundity of Harris being unhappy, but too busy being happy to realize...
- The insanity of the El Pollo Del Mar five-star hotel...
- The quest for any sort of sign to save you from your boredom beyond belief.
Great review pal. I think all five star hotels should be named chicken-of-the-sea.
Posted by: heather at May 9, 2006 02:08 AM