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Everything is Illuminated (For Someone Else)

This has been one of those weekends. I conquered the rain by wearing a baseball hat. I conquered my cold (I hope) with lots of sleep. I conquered TV by watching four movies. I conquered social interactions with a bonfire on Saturday night, and church & lunch on Sunday. All good.

I feel like neglecting my blog, which is generally a sign that I have lots going on and my mind is working at 6 miles a minute, but I'm avoiding the heavy stuff. When life is good-good, I have lots of fun thoughts to share. And when life is boring, I always find ways to waste time by blogging.


Anyway, one of the movies I watched this weekend was called Everything is Illuminated. I've wanted to see it for about a year and a half: since I first saw it on the shelf at Blockbuster and though, Oooh, Elijah Wood! But I have limited success in choosing fringe/indy movies for viewing, and the cover - with many, many sunflowers and a sleepy looking Elijah. But after finding it at the library and thinking, A free rental can never be a waste! I picked it up. And I am glad to say that the worst part of the movie is the cover. Whoever was in charge of graphic design and marketing for the film should be canned. There would have been so many better ways to capture what this movie is about...

(What is this movie about, Beth?) The film (and the book it is based on) is about an American Jew who goes to Ukraine in search of his family roots. Specifically, the place his grandfather fled from during WWII.

It is touching, it is funny, it is tragic. I am a sucker for nearly anything related to WWII (I have many more thoughts on this, mostly tied directly to my Grampie, a war vet whose memories I wish I could capture through osmosis and put in a bottle for safekeeping), but I wasn't the only one who thoroughly enjoyed it.

So, to whet your appetite, I leave you with this excerpt from the start of the film (warning: some content offensive):

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Vanessa said…
Oooh. I've wanted to see this movie since I saw trailers for it on tv but I've never gotten around to it. I'm glad to hear it's a gooder. I'll see if my library carries it as well! :)

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