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Wednesday, February 18    

Too much, too little, too late
Though I have seen the movie several times, I decided to watch The Fugitive last night anyway. Perhaps 24 isn't keeping me anxious enough? I don't know. What I do know is this: The movie still keeps me on the edge of my seat. How is that possible? Even though my inability to remember endings is well documented, I am able to recall that Harrison Ford is cleared in the end. (He is, after all, Harrison Ford.) Yet there I sat, literally on the edge of my couch, hoping for him to escape Tommy Lee Jones and get the one-armed man. People, I am way too invested in my movie-watching.

Which is why (nice long intro there, eh?) Whale Rider sat on my desk for almost a month. (You gotta love Netflix.) I knew it was a good movie. I knew I was going to love it. I also knew it would drag me through the emotional wringer, which, I can assure you, it did. For those of you living under a rock, the movie tells the story of a Maori girl determined to fulfill her destiny and be a leader of her people. Keisha Castle-Hughes was amazing. Subtle, nuanced, and 12. Goddamn. The rest of the cast was also quite good, especially the grandfather. Watch it yourself, or you'll regret it.

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