I really need to finish watching Bertolucci’s La Commare Secca already. It’s good, trust me! There’s just never enough time to watch it! Fortunately, Helen holds up her end of the Netflix subscription by devouring TV on DVD. She just finished the final season of Homicide. I think that’s seven full seasons! I salute her dedication and insomnia. I simply can’t commit to that sort of late night viewing, nor am I willing to submit Helen to torturous foreign language films for hours at a time.
In other serious movie news, I’m headed down to Ritz at the Bourse to watch Godard’s Vivre sa Vie on Thursday night. It’s not much, but I’ll take whatever repertory crumbs Philly manages to get.