Twinkle, twinkle

Saw Bright Star the other night. Not out here in the boonies, of course. Only movies based on comic books or featuring fountains of blood spraying across the screen. In New York City. Ok, the thing about an English major going to see a movie about John Keats is that you kinda know how sad it's going to end. And, I'm not saying this was a great build up to the whole dead in Florence thing. But the actress who played Fanny's little sister was incredible. Naturally, I didn't take notes on the credits -- I watched them all because I was with a film editor, so we had to read all the credits -- so I don't know her name, but she was the best little actress I've ever seen. I know, you're supposed to say "actor" for male and female now, but isn't that a little silly? I don't even have an objection to calling ships "she," but that's fodder for another blog. The cat was also wonderful. I didn't even know cats could act. I'm not saying the above is worth the price of admission, but, if you can get a cut rate price, go see it.