Maybe the reason I'm wanting to channel my inner Donna Summer is that I've been on a week-long marathon of Orange Is the New Black. It's so thrilling to watch women chew up the scenery and be funny and crazy and silly and insane and wild and tough and every freaking shade a woman can be.
Cancer is a huge topic in the media. So many movies, books, TV shows, and news stories have plots or sub-plots related to cancer. Up until a week ago, I spent far too much of my energy avoiding it. Sounds simple enough, right? Wrong.
It's not a biopic nor is it a dense procedural like Steven Spielberg's Lincoln, but instead showcases the politics of perception and interpersonal relationships, contrasted with quieter, more intimate moments away from the media and others.
Roger Michell's Hyde Park on Hudson is half a good movie. When it focuses on the quirks and manipulations of international events, it crackles and pops -- and when it turns its attention to the soap-operatic romance, it settles into a dull hum.
Reading these letters and diary entries opens a window into a world only imagined; a world behind the façade of a presidency, where all conspired to hide from the world the frailties and infirmities of its leader.
Award-winning actor, Laura Linney, starring opposite Bill Murray in Hyde Park on the Hudson (in theaters December 7), opens up about who she is acting for. In every facet of her work, Linney puts the story first.