Blogcritics.org: is it really the end of the affair? - by sadi ranson-polizzotti

Not long ago, I read a great article on Blogcritics that was about Julianne Moore, an actress I've long admired, and though her work lately has tended to the too commercial for my tastes (the bad comedy with Pierce Brosnan that I saw on the plane on the way home from France - not my thing). But I remember Moore in The End of the Affair, and I recall too that I had read the book by Graham Greene and was curious as to how a director would handle a book that I, anyway (note, check link, and please scroll down and read the comments on this one as they really add to this piece) - sadi ranson-polizzotti
Blogcritics.org: is it really the end of the affair?

sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - shadowlands | c.s lewis, a path through suffering

There can be little doubt that Sir Anthony Hopkins is one the great actors of our time - he has proven it again and again in roles both large and small, and most particularly in those quieter, more serious films like "The Remains of the Day" and "Shadowlands" both of which I saw again recently and was again, deeply moved. Here, I'd like to talk about Shadowlands because it is likely the lesser seen of the two and most especially by younger people.
sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - shadowlands | c.s lewis, a path through suffering

sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - amelie, amelie

Maybe I shouldn't like it, but there is something about Amelie that keeps me coming back. This girl so trapped in her own world, who really wants to do some good but is for all intents and purposes, rather hermetic, reminds me too much of myself.
sadi ranson-polizzotti - tant mieux articles - amelie, amelie

silence of the lambs | hear the bleat

What is it that is so creepy about The Silence of the Lambs? Of course, the story or rather, multiple stories within are pretty creepy. There is our friend Hannibal the Cannibal, the famous and brilliant psychiatrist who had a penchant for eating people he didn't quite like, but had a taste for nonetheless. But Hannibal doesn't frighten us that much. Or at least, he doesn't frighten me. I wouldn't want to be on his bad side, but I'm not a rude person and I think we'd likely agree on who should be eaten and who not. They may not taste good, but ridding the world of people who leave a bad taste in your mouth in any way is not such a bad mission. The world would be a better place with fewer rude people. No, the real creep and monster of the film is Buffalo Bill. The man on the fringe in every sense, for not only is he a serial killer, he's some kind of transsexual who is just a bit too carried away. Rejected by every respectable clinic that refuses to surgically make him a woman, Bill decides to make himself a woman out of other women, skinning the bits he needs to make a kind of woman suit that he can wear to real sub-culture parties on weird summer cruises off the cape or god knows where, all decked out in his dead-girl suit. Talk about disturbing. This part is in the book, though not mentioned directly in the film. For the real skinny on Buffalo Bill, one must read the book by Thomas Harris - a quick read at that and a good one. >>>more.