The BYM and I went to see Waltz with Bashir last night. It is a documentary about an Israel-Lebanon war presented mostly in rotoscope-style animation (. It is beautiful and terrible to watch. The score by Max Richter is marvelous. The website is full of nifty and droll notes on the creators and the production process.

I am very slow, and I didn't realize until several hours later that the "Bashir" of the film was the same person as the "Gemayel" I'd heard about on the evening news back in middle school. (The full name does get mentioned in the film - my mind just didn't connect the current mention to the past memory right away. And since the entire film is a circling around the unreliability of memory, that is perhaps (albeit superficially) apropos. (More than that, though, the film is also somewhat of a reproach to me about all the holes in my knowledge - things that never made it into my memory in the first place. But one absorbs what one can...)

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Two other tabs currently open in my browser:

* Via Lori-Lyn's bookmarks: "The Everyday Mystic" on "Trust in God and Tie Your Camel."

* Christine Kane: Moving Beats Brooding

Onwards!


[Subject line from Yeats's "Easter, 1916"]