Ode to Youtube: Part II

Sorry about the short hiatus (Melissa Murray), but I am currently in Chicago eating lovely food with lovely people (read: me and Lara chilling alone in her basement with oven-made pizza). Mostly I've really been watching lovely movies. I don't think that there is anything that I enjoy more than sitting in a dark theater and watching a good movie. The whole collective experience thing really gets me, ya know?

The more I think about it, the more I realize that Blue Valentine has to be the best film I've seen recently. It crushed me, in the greatest and worst ways. It's one of those movies that knocks the wind out of you. Sure, my jaw was still dropped well after the credits stopped rolling in Black Swan and 127 Hours, and I am still oh so incredibly jealous of the talented tween that got to hang with Joel and Ethan and Jeff and all the other greats on the set of True Grit (as Simi so eloquently whispered to me as she leaned over her arm rest in the theater, "can you imagine being spanked by Matt Damon?").

But Blue Valentine may have affected me most of all. It left me awed, but in a quiet, raw, introspective way. So, until the perma-cloud it left over my head clears, here is one of my favorite scenes from the film... besides Ryan Gosling singing and playing the yukalaylee, that is. In case you forgot how beautiful he is (I didn't), you should probably see this movie and cherish every moment of that scene. I won't give it all away here though.

I think you'll find my sense of humor present somewhere in this particular clip - enjoy:

I will write about my Chicago adventures soon, but first I'm off to Ann Arbor tomorrow!

Ciao for now