I was 15 years old when Titanic was first released in Dec. 1997. I was enthralled not only by the magic of the movie, but by my first love sitting next to me in the theater. At that time, my high school sweetheart was the king of my world.
Kathryn Bigelow wears well-earned success well. And her ex-husband, James Cameron, swallows defeat with grace — and (dare we say it) pride. She won! He stood. The crowd roared. The Hurt Locker won six Oscars this year, including Best Director and Best Picture, which, as @kellyoxford said and @ebertchicago retweeted, made "So many ex wives feel good right now."
James Cameron's fourth wife, Linda Hamilton, tells the UK paper The Sun that the reason their marriage ended was because he's a workaholic who was married to his movies.
I finally saw the movie Avatar this week. I don’t usually watch movies with epic battle scenes and aliens, but when my yoga teacher highly recommended it, it piqued my curiosity. Briefly, the movie centers around a humanoid culture called the Na’vi, and it’s set in 2154. The Na’vi are a close knit community who live deeply in tune with all of nature’s creations. Their way of life is being threatened by the money hungry humans who have found a deposit of some very rare, very expensive rock underneath the enormous tree the Na’vi call home. The standard greeting for the Na’vi is “Oel ngati kameie.” It means “I see you.” But it means much more than “I see you with my eyes.” It means something deeper: I understand your soul.
Since Massachusetts blew the senatorial election to replace Ted Kennedy, I'm going to do what lots of folks do to avoid reality: focus on Hollywood. I shall now turn my attention to the next important "race" in America, which is the Oscar race. In this contest, I support only one candidate and would like to announce my endorsement by offering the following campaign slogan: Kathryn Bigelow rocks. If you don't know who she is, I dare you to watch The Hurt Locker and walk out of the movie theater without having your mind blown. Hollywood's got Nora Ephron and Nancy Meyers leading a tiny pack of female film directors, but these dames only churn out girly schlock about parenting, shopping and going gaga for guys. Kathryn Bigelow is a different animal.