I am continually in awe of this experience called mothering and the opportunity to evolve and grow with my child. This mama love is unceasing, expansive; one moment tender, and then, when necessary, fierce.
D'Amour's intentions might be accepted, and even applauded, if she supported her characters with three-dimensional grounding. But here's where she allows herself to believe that presenting a gloomy prediction of national spoilage is all she needs to do. (Or is she just being lazy?)
At the elegant National Board of Review's Awards Gala at Cipriani 42nd Street this week, fine films were respectfully feted. But, those speeches! On this occasion coming up on the Golden Globes weekend, a subtext emerged.
My family moved to our quiet farming town on the Delaware River so we could enjoy a simple, healthy life outside of the bustling city. We want to enjoy that peace down the road, and know that the tap water we drink, and bathe our children in, is safe.
Will Miller find WMD in Iraq? Will American reconstruction efforts in Baghdad go as planned in the face of growing insurgency? Of course not, but there are enough frenetic firefights to maintain a satisfying level of suspense.
Film festival programmers rarely create festivals full of films built around a single theme. Yet quite unintentionally, I spent Friday seeing five films that dealt with the idea of abandonment, reunion and reconciliation.