Man of Kleenex. Play hard, get sick hard, recuperate hard. Started fighting a nasty cold at the end of last week (which only made it easier to nod off here and there during Endgame at BAM), so instead of not only burning the candle at both ends but blow-torching the middle this weekend, I stayed home, ate soup, drank tea and watched foreign movies: Throne of Blood, The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, Shoot The Piano Player, Le Samourai, Army of Shadows, and Le Cercle Rouge. I feel much better now. Plus I'm starting to think in French with subtitles.
Man Against Man. Saturday I saw Theater of War, an inspiring and semi-preachy documentary about Brecht, socialism, theatre, war, and the 2006 production of Mother Courage in the Delacorte. The snippets of Meryl Streep talking about process make me want to see the entire unedited interview, and I will now never be able to think about my day job in the same way ever again. Review to follow.
Man of Iron. Not just a fun movie period, and not just building a franchise, this movie is building a universe, and a possible tradition. This is the first comic book movie ever produced by a comic book company's production wing, and it sets the bar very high. Stay through the credits at the end, okay? You won't be disappointed.