Tina's June 2014 Movies

It was a veritable 80s film fest at the Gordon house this month, but there are many really good ones in the bunch.  Movies are rated on the basis of 1-5 cans of tuna, 5 being the best.  Any movies not previously seen are marked with an * and numbering picks up from the previous month.

70.  My Kid Could Paint That* (2007) — Really?  Then why is your kid’s artwork on the refrigerator when 6-year old Marla Olmstead’s paintings are hanging in art galleries and the homes of collectors?  This fascinating documentary looks at the prodigious work of young Marla, who appeared to be a wunderkind of the art world — that is, until “60 Minutes” aired an examination of her creative process and cast doubts on how much of the abstract art was actually created by the budding artist and how much was either coaxed or completed by her father.  The family, which had banked upwards of $300,000 selling Marla’s work, suddenly became the object of doubt and derision not only in their hometown of Binghamton, NY, but nationwide.  To assuage the doubters, they recorded her creating a painting from start to finish, showing her working all on her own.  This film questions not just the authenticity of the art, but raises the question of what is art anyway?  Can genuinely valuable paintings be created by a 6-year old?  Maybe you had better take a second look at what is hanging on your refrigerator.  You could have the next Marc Chagall.  3½ cans of paint.

71.  Roman Holiday* (1953) — It’s not easy being Queen…or, in this case, a European princess.  Dazzling Audrey Hepburn brings a fresh new face to the screen as Princess Anne, the young princess who, on a tour of European capitals, rebels against the boredom of her strict schedule, clothes and everything that dictates her existence.  One night in Rome, she escapes from the eyes of her minions and finds herself on the streets, passing out from medication and rescued by American journalist Joe Bradley (Gregory Peck).  He takes her in, and then, after learning her true identity, takes her around town with his photographer friend (Eddie Albert) in tow, figuring he can write a story about the mysterious young royal.  Neither of them knew they would fall in love (even if the audience could have guessed as much).  The princess gets her hair hacked off, outwits, outlasts and outplays the palace guard and the polizzia.  Within 24 hours, the fairytale is over, but will Bradley capitalize on what turns out to be a romantic adventure?  When in Rome…3½ cans.

72.  Broadway Danny Rose (1984) — Danny Rose (Woody Allen) is a manager of strictly D-List talent (balloon artists, bad comics, nightclub signers) whose biggest act, a lousy lounge singer named Lou (Nick Apollo Forte) refuses to go on stage unless Danny can convince his girlfriend Tina (a gum chomping Mia Farrow) to come to the show.  But Lou is married, so Danny has to bring her as his date.  The problem is that Tina is married, too, and her husband’s brothers are hot after the two, thinking Danny is her lover.  Woody is his usual nebishy self, tossing off funny lines and generally wondering what is happening to him as he tries to outrace the thugs.  2½ cans.

73.  Stripes (1981) — This classic Bill Murray comedy is predictable, but with John Candy and Harold Ramis along for the ride and Ivan Reitman directing, it is also predictably funny.  Murray is a laconic cab driver who loses his job, his apartment and his girlfriend in the same day.  His solution is to join the Army, and he drags his buddy (Ramis) along for the ride.  Before you know it, he has irritated everyone above him in rank — and that’s pretty much everyone on the Army base — and is forced to do push-ups in the rain and mud.  But you also know he will somehow lead the troops in triumph at the end — if that’s what you call it.  This is not my favorite Murray movie (“Caddyshack” or “Groundhog Day” are much more amusing), but Murray is too slick to pass up. 3 cans.

74.  Broadcast News (1987) — James L. Brook’s terrific movie look at network news is about integrity — and flop sweat.  Albert Brooks is Aaron Altman, a skilled writer and reporter with no charisma on camera.  William Hurt is Tom Granick, who admittedly is a lightweight intellectually but has a persona ideally suited for the camera.  It is inevitable that he will rise up the ladder of network news, even if he is dumb enough not to realize it.  But the glue factor here is Jane Craig (Holly Hunter), the dynamic writer-producer who barks commands that belie her slight frame and who steers the nightly broadcast with supreme confidence in her abilities, even if she does go through a crying jag every day.  Jane knows Tom is over his head, just as she knows Aaron is a talented writer who deserves a chance to anchor the news.  But one weekend stint as a substitute anchor that results in an epic case of flop sweat takes Aaron out of contention.  Jane is caught between the two newsmen romantically.  Could someone of her superior intellect really fall for a pretty boy who is nowhere near her level?  This film is a great look at the production of news and yet brings a real personal touch.  My favorite line is when the head of the news division asks Jane what it’s like to always think you are the smartest person in the room.  She knows she is, and it is never easy.  Broadcast this: 4½ cans.

75.  Footloose (1984) — This exuberant tale of a fish out of water stars Kevin Bacon in his breakout role as Ren McCormick.  Ren and his mother move from Chicago to the little town of Beaumont, where Ren, with his spiked hair and narrow ties, looks nothing like the other kids in high school.  They like to race trucks while Ren likes to — GASP — dance.  But dancing and loud music is forbidden in Beaumont and the restrictions are proselytized by Reverend Moore (John Lithgow), father of high school hot girl Ariel (Lori Singer).  Soon Ren is teaching his awkward buddy Willard (Chris Penn) to get his groove on.  Sarah Jessica Parker is the adorable girlfriend of Willard, there is a rivalry between Ren and the local tough guy Chuck, and, at the end, there is much dancing.  Considering that this town prohibits such exhibitions, there are sure a lot of great dancers.  I love the music here and the joy of free expression and dance.  4 cans.

76.  Bull Durham (1988) — And the 80s Film Festival continues with one of my favorite Kevin Costner baseball movies (he also starred in “Field of Dreams” and “For the Love of the Game”).  Here he is Crash Davis, a veteran catcher who suddenly finds himself demoted to A ball, the lowest level in the minor leagues and a far cry from “the show,” as he refers to the majors.  He is sent to Durham, NC, specifically to tutor phenom Ebby Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh (Tim Robbins), a young pitcher with a million dollar arm and a 10 cent head.  Crash gives Nuke a crash course in how to pitch, handle himself and deliver sports clichés to the press, while local baseball fan Annie (Susan Sarandon) teaches him some of the finer facts of life.  Crash is going nowhere, while Nuke is full of potential.  The depiction of baseball in the minor leagues is priceless: Long, boring bus trips, clubhouse pranks, awkward conversations on the mound and more chewing and spitting than you would think humanly possible.  Crash is much more suited for the mature Annie (she’s not only older, but she listens to Edith Piaf), but not while she is interested in schooling young Nuke.  Costner’s speech about what he believes in is worth the price of the movie.  And wow, he looks great here.  4 cans.

77. Breaking Away (1979) — And now we venture back to the 70s for this charmer about four high school graduates unsure what to do with their lives.  Dave Stoler (Dennis Christopher) rides bikes and dreams of joining the Italian racing team – so much so that he speaks Italian around the house and drives his “Papa” (Paul Dooley) crazy.  Dave is one of the “cutters,” the town kids in Bloomington, Indiana, who aren’t college students and aren’t really the men who cut limestone in the local quarries, like their fathers did.  Mike (Dennis Quaid) was a high school quarterback and longs for his glory days.  Cyril (Daniel Stern, in essentially the same role he played later in “Diner,” but this time without the benefit of a college education) is goofy and funny and cannot get along with his father.  The fourth musketeer is the runt of the litter, Moocher (Jackie Earle Haley), the almost forgotten one.  These guys don’t have enough ambition to actually break away from their hometown.  They just want to defeat their college rivals in the “Little 500” bike race, and Dave wants to win the college girl who thinks he actually is Italian.  This warm, sweet movie unexpectedly won an Oscar nomination for Best Picture, losing out to “Kramer vs. Kramer.”  3½ cans.

78.  Notes on a Scandal (2006) — I finally moved back to the 21^st century with this taut drama about a scandalous affair between an attractive, married and inappropriately older teacher, Sheba (Cate Blanchett) and a 15-year old student (Andrew Simpson).  But the real relationship is between Sheba and a fellow teacher, Barbara (Judi Dench), a dour, lonely spinster who has designs of her own on an increasingly vulnerable Sheba.  Barbara stumbles upon the teacher and student affair and uses that bit of information to build a close bond with Sheba that she thinks is something more.  Outstanding Oscar-nominated performances by Blanchett and Dench elevate the story to more than a soap opera, and it held my interest to the end.  4 cans.

79.  Thelma & Louise (1991) — Thelma and Louise (Geena Davis and Susan Sarandon) have men problems, money problems, and, after a girls’ weekend goes terribly awry, murder problems.  When a lout in a bar tries to rape Thelma, Louise shoots him and the girls take off, trying to get away with murder.  Along the way to Mexico, through rural Oklahoma and on the run, they ramp up the fun with armed robbery and by picking up a young Brad Pitt, whose movie feature debut is a memorable one.  This romp is a buddy movie, a road movie and a fun flight for two women who have put up with plenty of crap from the men in their lives.  Call it revenge for past transgressions if you will, but the girls just want to have fun.  The iconic last scene is the female version of the ending of “Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid.”  4 cans.

80.  Labor Day* (2013) — If you have the choice of A) Renting this movie from Red Box for $1.20; B) Watching it for free; or, C) Skipping it altogether, go for option C.  Josh Brolin is an escaped con who cons his way into the car, house and lives of depressed single mom Kate Winslett and her adolescent and moony-eyed son (Gattlin Griffith).  He needs a place to hide while on the lam, so he forces them to take him in and, of course, turns out to be a great guy who can do everything from household repairs to throwing a baseball or making a mean peach pie.  Actually, making the peach pie turned out to be the best part of the movie, which should tell you why you should just go bake a pie and skip the movie. 1 can of peach pie filling, though they only use fresh in the movie.

81.  Nonstop* (2014) — Liam Neeson again plays a guy very much in charge in this suspenseful movie that takes place on an airplane.  Someone knows he is an air marshal and keeps sending him threatening e-mail messages about killing passengers every hour if $150 million isn’t transferred to an off-shore account.  Julianne Moore is sitting next to him, amused by his fear of flying, but she is soon full of fear herself, as strange things keep happening on that plane.  Although this one is billed as an action/adventure, that didn’t stop me from dozing off more than once.  All I know is that with Neeson’s record, I want his name to be my emergency contact when I travel.  It’s never easy, but he gets the job done.  3 cans.

82.  Starting Over (1979) — Seeing this erudite comedy was better than ever for me (to quote a line from one of the songs).  Burt Reynolds underplays his role as Phil Potter, a man whose wife Jessie (the always stunning Candice Bergen) dumps him and then tries to get back into his life just as he establishes an attachment to teacher Marilyn (the late and much lamented Jill Clayburgh).  Potter is basically a good guy, a little buttoned up (as evidenced by his ever-present trench coat that is actually buttoned up), but he is skittish enough about his new relationship that he has an anxiety attack in Bloomingdales while buying a couch with Marilyn.  And when Jessie reappears in his life to win him back, he is in a quandary.  Jessie is a singer whose belting is the equivalent of Elaine Benes’s dancing on “Seinfeld,” and Bergen, to her credit, plays it to the hilt.  Reynolds is deadpan as his character with just a bit of the arched eyebrow and askance look when appropriate, and Clayburgh is endearing as she tries to trust the relationship she and Reynolds have established.  There are witty lines throughout the script, as one would expect from screenwriter James L. Brooks.  So happy I got to see this adult comedy again.  4 cans.

83.  Big (1988) — Tom Hanks caused a splash in “Splash,” but he really hit it big here.  When 13-year old Josh Baskin visits a carnival and goes to the Zoltan machine, he wishes he were bigger.  The next day, his wish is granted and Josh wakes up in Hanks’s body.  Aside from the obvious problems of clothes that don’t fit and hair that has suddenly sprouted on his now-manly body, Josh needs to find that Zoltan machine and wish for his old life back.  Accompanied by his best buddy, Billy, he heads to NYC to track down the Zoltan machine at the next carnival.  While there, he realizes he needs a job to live and he gets one — at a toy company.  Hanks is brilliant in the role, awkward and physically unfit for this new body and naïve and sweet as a 13-year old who is now treated like a man — especially by co-worker Elizabeth Perkins.  Will he find true love or will he find Zoltan and go back to the real Josh and his family?  Penny Marshall directed this movie with a deft touch, and Jared Rushton as Billy is terrific, but it is Hanks who seals the deal.  The scene of him dancing on the floor piano in FAO Schwartz is priceless.  4 cans.

More Random Thoughts

Here is one of the main reasons I retired: I no longer knew how to operate the bathroom fixtures at Johnson & Johnson.  Now I find the same issues in virtually every commercial restroom. Some toilets flush automatically, while others require a push of a button or a yank of a handle. Some sinks have water that turns on when you move your hands under the faucet, while others require you to touch the handle and do it the old fashioned way.  The soap won't squirt at you unless your hands do a happy dance in some sinks, and, even then, it’s hard to find the exact hand position.  Paper towels may or may not be automatically dispensed.  In at least one bathroom I know, the hand dryer requires you to insert your hands into a device facing downward, as if you are being handcuffed (not that I have any personal experience with this action).  Really, should using a restroom be this complicated? This conundrum has followed me from the hallowed halls of Johnson & Johnson to bathrooms everywhere. I remember a colleague commenting that she was so used to having the toilet flush automatically at work that she stopped flushing at home, to the horror of her family, which probably started looking into assisted living facilities for her.   

If a pun is a “play on words,” why don’t we call it a “p-o-w” instead of a “p-u-n?”

I need so much light to see things now that by the time I’m 80, I’ll probably be walking around with one of those lights like they have on miners’ helmets. At least if I wander off from the nursing home I’ll be easy to track down.

My phone never rings unless I’m on it. Go figure.

Does this happen to you?  I start falling asleep downstairs on the recliner and vow to go to bed early, but by the time I go upstairs, wash my face, brush my teeth and get ready for bed, I’m wide awake.  Yet I don’t want to spend the night sleeping in the recliner — or do I?

I completely disagree with Comcast’s on-screen TV listings of movies that now define such dramas as “42” and “Brian’s Song” as documentaries. Really?  These are dramas, not even docu-dramas in many cases, and they are a far cry from genuine documentaries.  With whom do I have to address this travesty?

I just finished reading actor Rob Lowe’s latest memoir, “Love Life.”  It turns out that he is a nice guy who loves his wife, adores his sons and enjoys his work.  Apart from a reference to a near-encounter with a very young and hot Madonna and a dip in the Playboy pool, there isn’t much here about his love life.  And there is a paucity of pictures of his pretty face, too.  Let’s just say Rob Lowe’s Love Life wasn’t satisfying — at least to me.

If video killed the radio star, then surely videostreaming killed the video store. It might just kill network television, too.

No matter how hot it may be outside, I always have a jacket or sweatshirt with me for when I go to ShopRite, where it is always freezing cold.  If I ever have to go in the frozen food section without an outer layer, I’ll freeze to death.

Whenever anyone uses the expression “and the rest is history,” it always makes me think of “Yada, yada, yada,” from Seinfeld because they are either too lazy to give you the details or think you know them.  I usually don’t.

Try as I might, I cannot control the spacing between words on-line.  I was taught to use two spaces after a sentence, but the result in publishing something is that the next line sometimes starts with a word that is indented by one space.  To fix this issue, I have to remove a space from the previous line so everything will be even.  I'm just telling you this in case on your screen you see inconsistent spacing between words, which ordinarily would drive me crazy.  And now you know what did it.  I have a feeling no one cares about this issue like me.

I have decided I want to live at Walgreen’s — you know, on the corner of Happy and Healthy.

Clint Eastwood as the director of the movie version of “Jersey Boys?”  I’m not so sure about that combo.  I’ll have to see it for myself to judge it fairly.

I recently spotted a 4-door Maserati on the road.  Really, why buy a luxury sports car brand that looks like a Nissan Altima (with apologies to Nissan owners, but Nissan is no Maserati)?  I also saw a Porsche SUV.  People, let's keep the sports cars as sports cars and leave the family vehicles to Honda or Ford, OK?

If you open my freezer, you'll find a multitude of ice packs to soothe my aches and pains.  I'm not sure if that means I am an athlete (OK, not according to a strict definition, but at least I walk and do aqua aerobics) or just old and creaky.

At any meeting, social event or meal, someone always has her or her cellphone out and is looking at it.  We are that obsessed as a society that we cannot sit still and be in the moment. Instead, we are checking Facebook to view yet another cat video or see what someone's grandkids are doing or checking our ever-essential mail.  I do this, too (though not at a restaurant with other people), and I'm worried for all of us.

I like having a garden, but I don't like creating the garden.  I don't enjoy lugging sacks of soil, digging in the dirt and getting dirty.  So my idea of planting flowers is to buy them already in full bloom and drop them in planters with new dirt surrounding them.  Then I only have to keep them watered and hope for the best.  Flowers will die if you don’t water them.  But weeds, no matter what brutal conditions they endure, will manage to survive and thrive.  Sometimes Nature is a Mother.

And speaking of watering, do not, under any circumstances, invest in one of those collapsible hoses (the Pocket Hose is one brand name, but they are all the same).  Trust me when I say that I have been through 3 of them.  The plastic inside is no thicker than a Baggie, and any amount of water pressure, even if the hose is straightened out completely, will cause the little bugger to burst.  Luckily, last time it happened on a nice day and I needed a shower anyway.  

I am like "The Princess and the Pea" when it comes to finding a stone in my sneaker when I am out for a walk.  I can feel the slightest irritation in my shoe.  I hobble to the next street sign or mailbox so I can lean against it and yank off my shoe to remove the offending boulder, which is often so tiny that I don't even see it fall out of the shoe as I bang it against a pillar or post.  Good grief, I think lint could make me limp.

It is hard to imagine that anyone falls for those e-mails from people in other countries who want to give you money for setting up a bank account or whatever the details are of the scam they are trying to pull.  Are people REALLY that gullible?  I recently found yet another one in my SPAM, alongside the latest plea from Christian Mingle.  This Jewish girl is not falling for that one, either.

I love to drive with the top down on the convertible — except for the hair thing.  First, my hair blows in the wind, and, second, the sunlight really makes my hair look gray.  It's just the sunlight, not the actual hair, right?

According to an e-mail I received, I am a member of the CVS Beauty Club.  As Woody Allen would say (or was it Groucho Marx?), I would never want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.

I watch a lot of those house renovation shows on HGTV.  Whenever the owners or builders think they are moving along nicely and there is still 15 minutes yet to go before the show ends, you can always count on their finding asbestos, termite damage, a main beam that needs to be replaced or something else that turns the house into a money pit.  And yet, it is always beautifully finished when the show is over.  Only on TV, folks.

Pandora Radio is fine for my walks, except for those damn Brad Benson commercials.  Yet I am too frugal to shell out a few bucks for the free version.  And so I suffer.

Few things are more annoying than having a fly (or mosquito) buzzing around your head.  You search frantically for him, a magazine or fly swatter in hand, checking the windows to see if he landed, only to assume he’s flown the coop when the buzzing stops.  So you put down your weapon — and he’s back.  Bzzzzz.

I don’t get the whole garden gnome thing.  I pass by plenty of houses that have fake deer and those squatty body gnomes in the garden, and I am perplexed as to the point of the whole thing. They are supposed to be cute, I assume, but I find nothing appealing about them.  Then again, I never really believed in pierced earrings, either, and I have worn them for nearly 20 years.  I guess I don’t have to understand everything that perplexes me in this world.

I was feeling a bit guilty for running a light today, but I was reassured by my good and wise friend Dy, who said, “Teen, don’t worry about it.  Yellow is the new green.”  Gotta love that logic!

Tina's May 2014 Movies

May was a good month for movies for me.  As usual, the numbering picks up from previous months, and the movies are rated on the basis of cans of tuna, with 5 being the best rating.  Movies I had not seen previously are marked with an *.

53.  The Astronaut’s Wife* (1999) – This movie may sound like it should star Don Knotts, but it is actually a suspense film that starts out like “Apollo 13” but morphs into “Rosemary’s Baby.”  Charlize Theron, sporting Mia Farrow’s short hairdo from the latter film, is Jillian, the title character.  Her astronaut husband Spencer (Johnny Depp) has an accident in space with his partner and loses contact with earth for two minutes so she, naturally, is relieved when both men are saved.  But something is a bit off with the almost-doomed astronauts.  Jillian begins having strange dreams that only get worse when she finds she is pregnant with twins.  The story takes on scary tones, with elements of the movies mentioned above and even a bit of “The Sixth Sense.”  This kind of drama is not my cup of tea, but I wanted to hang in there to see if we had lift-off.  I think I would have preferred if the real title was “Lost in Space.”  2 cans.

54.  We Could Be King* (2014) ­– I’m always amazed when documentaries start with a broken down whatever and the subject person or team triumphs in the end.  The filmmakers had no way of knowing the eventual outcome, and they spend a lot of time documenting something that could turn out to be useless for their dramatic purposes.  This movie is an example of the former, the story of an inner-city Philadelphia high school, Martin Luther King, that is forced to take in the students of nearby Germantown High School when budget cuts lead to the closing of the latter.  The two football teams, former bitter rivals, are now one, and are led by a volunteer coach since there is no budget to pay one.  Combine that situation with King’s recent record – no victories in two years – and it looks like a long season ahead.  The kids have their own issues.  Some have college potential but not the grades, and one is jailed after being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  In the end, they triumph, on and off the field, but it is never easy.  Sports and the arts have an important place in education, sometimes being the only things that keep kids in school at all.  So the winning here isn’t confined exclusively to the field of play.  3½ cans.

55.  All About Ann – Governor Ann Richards* (2014) – In 1988, Ann Richards made a name for herself with an unforgettable keynote speech at the Democratic National Convention.  The state treasurer of Texas, where she saved the state billions, Richards lambasted fellow Texan George Bush on route to becoming a national figure.  Known as a firebrand with a passion for women’s rights and education, Richards started off as a housewife and rose to the governor’s mansion, one of only two governors in the history of the state, and opened the doors for other women and minorities in the state and country.  This loving look at her includes plenty of memorable moments behind the podium, where she got her points across with wit and charm.  At her funeral, columnist Liz Smith said she had known Mother Theresa, Katherine Hepburn and Eleanor Roosevelt but considered Richards the greatest woman she had ever known.  High praise indeed.  3½ cans.

56.  Come Blow Your Horn (1963) – When I was 13, Frank Sinatra was the coolest guy around (this was before the Beatles nearly made him obsolete).  In this movie version of an early Neil Simon play, he is Alan, a swinging bachelor, complete with tricked out NY pad (that even features a remote control for the stereo) and multiple babes on his arms.  He is a disappointment to his parents (Lee J. Cobb as his blustery father refers to his unmarried son as a “bum” and Molly Picon) and barely holding up his part in the family’s waxed fruit business.  But to his young brother Buddy (an adorable Tony Bill), he is a hero, and when Alan gives refuge to Buddy when his younger brother flees the family home for life in the big city, Alan transforms the inexperienced young man into a younger version of himself.  Buddy adjusts quickly to his new life, but he’s cramping Alan’s style and Mom and Dad want him home.  Let’s just say that comedy and many hats ensue.  This is early Neil Simon, but with the family relationships and the stereotyped Jewish parents, you can see into his future as a playwright.  3 cans.

57.  Coming Home (1978) – When they say “war is hell,” that sentiment extends beyond the combat to its aftermath.  In this poignant drama, the Vietnam War is hell on the battlefield and on the home front.  Jon Voight is Luke, a Marine combat veteran and paraplegic, who meets hospital volunteer Sally (Jane Fonda), the straight-laced wife of Bob (Bruce Dern), a Marine captain stationed in Vietnam.   The two strike up first a friendship and then a way to deal with their loneliness.  Sally goes from pageboy hairdo to literally letting her hair down, much to the chagrin of her returning and visibly changed husband.  The tenderness of the scenes between Luke and Sally contrasts with the awkwardness between Bon and Sally.  There are plenty of people who still resent Fonda for her antiwar activities, but this movie is her best statement to decry the uselessness of war.  She and Voight won Oscars for their performances, as they dignify the physical, emotional and practical tolls suffered by those who serve their country and their loved ones.  The soundtrack here is one of the best, with Richie Havens, the Rolling Stones and the Chambers Brothers providing the contemporary work of the late 1960s.  4 cans.

58.  Where the Heart Is* (2000) — Not to be confused with “Places in the Heart” or countless other movies with the word heart in their titles, nor to be confused with “Anywhere But Here” (another Natalie Portman movie), this quirky comedy-drama has a lot of heart.  Natalie is Novalee Nation, and any movie with that name for the lead character doesn’t take itself too seriously, though there are serious tones and situations throughout.  Novalee is 17, pregnant, and abandoned by her boyfriend on a trip to California when she stops at a WalMart in Oklahoma to buy shoes.  With no money and no way out, she simply moves into WalMart, carefully noting everything she appropriates from the store.  She delivers her baby girl with the help of the erstwhile, handsome but odd town librarian, who falls in love with her.  The people of the town are a quirky but compassionate lot (Stockard Channing and Ashley Judd, among others) who take her in and help her with her child.  It is hard to imagine this sweet young woman as the tortured ballerina in “Black Swan,” since Portman pulls off sincerity, naiveté and strength all at the same time.  I always wanted to see this movie but never seemed to catch it until now.  You gotta have heart.  3 ½ cans.

59.  The Big Lebowski* (1998) — Take one laid-back, pot-smoking, bowling surfer dude named Jeff “The Dude” Lebowski (a paunchy and unkempt Jeff Bridges) and throw in a disabled millionaire with the same name, a best buddy with anger issues, kidnappers, thugs, erotic artists and a host of other bizarre characters and you have this Coen Brothers pastiche of a plot.  Picture Jeff Spicoli several decades removed from his fast times at Ridgemont High and you’ll see the Dude, as he seeks revenge for strange men ruining his rug.  This is a strange brew indeed, and while it hardly ranks in the pantheon of classic, crazy comedies (where “Animal House” and Blazing “Saddles” rule), I can see its appeal to a younger generation.  For me?  Not so much.  3 cans.

60.  Prisoners* (2013) — If you thought Hugh Jackman was intense as Jean Val Jean in “Les Miz,” you should see him here.  He plays Keller Dover, a husband (to Maria Bello) and father whose Thanksgiving with neighbors (Viola Davis and Terrence Howard) is abruptly disrupted when their respective young daughters disappear.  There is one local man who police think may have been involved, but when he is arrested and questioned, he refuses to talk so the charges are dropped.  Keller continues his pursuit of the young man and the search for the girls, taking drastic, desperate measures that put him at odds with his friends, family and the dogged detective (Jake Gyllenhaal) who is working the case.  Just when you think you know what is happening here, the music gets spookier and the direction changes.  This is an old-fashioned thriller, well played and plotted, that you don’t want to watch before you go to bed.  There is enough creepiness to give you nightmares.  3½ cans.

61.  The Pilot’s Wife* (2002) — Since I started off the month watching “The Astronaut’s Wife,” I figured this movie would be a good companion piece, although these movies have little in common.  The one thing they do have in common is mystery.  What really happened to the men these women married?  In this case, Jack, the pilot (John Heard) is killed in a plane crash as the movie opens.  His grieving wife, Katherine (Christine Lahti), is in shock and buttressed by a representative of the pilot’s union, played by Campbell Scott.  For all intents and purposes, the crash is just a tragic accident, but that wouldn’t give us much of a movie, would it?  It turns out that Jack’s life included much more than his wife and daughter, and getting to the truth will take time and courage.  Though many people have read the Anita Shreve book from which this movie is adapted, to say much more would spoil the plot.  It is safe to say you don’t know Jack. 3½ cans.

62.  Parkland* (2013) — This drama is an engrossing look at the events surrounding the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in Dallas in 1963.  Having recently visited the museum in the Book Depository in Dallas, I found it extremely compelling.  The actual assassination, filmed by amateur movie maker Abraham Zapruder (Paul Giammatti) quickly becomes central to the case.  The heroic doctors (Zac Efron and Colin Hanks) and nurse (Marcia Gay Harden) try to treat the president with dignity as they fight in vain to save him while his young wife, clad in that blood-stained pink suit, looks on.  The subsequent identification of Lee Harvey Oswald, his arrest and then his own assassination are all tastefully included.  The role of his brother was one with which I was not familiar (he knew nothing about Lee’s plans and tries to reel in their publicity-seeking mother).  The events depicted here, and the years of speculation that followed, are a time of demarcation for many of us.  Where we you when Kennedy was assassinated?  4 cans.

63.  The Horse Whisperer (1998) — Short version: Young girl and her horse have a horrific accident so mom hires a trainer with a unique approach to help the horse heal.  But there is nothing short in this languorous ode to time and patience, to allowing the healing process to play out for the young girl (Scarlett Johansson), her driven mother Annie (Kristin Scott Thomas) and the man who rescues them all (Robert Redford, who also directed).  This movie is visually stunning, replete with silhouette shots of riders against the big Montana sky, vistas of hills and creeks and not a 7-Eleven anywhere in sight.  The accident, shown in graphic detail, takes a part of the girl’s leg and breaks her spirit and that of the nearly dead horse, but Tom Booker (Redford, looking older but handsome with his blond hair still lit by the sun) has an unconventional approach.  He is full of subtlety and quietude, which, it turns out, heals more than the girl and her horse.  This movie has overtones of one of my favorite films, “The Bridges of Madison County,” and the growing relationship between the horse trainer and the NY-based (and married) magazine editor would seem to be dead on arrival.  Don’t watch this movie if you cannot sit quietly for 3 hours, because the pace reflects Tom’s approach.  Tom may be good with horses, but when he puts his hand on Annie’s back while they dance, it’s clear that he’s pretty good with humans, too.  4 cans.

64.  The Normal Heart* (2014) — This adaptation of Larry Kramer’s Broadway play is a searing look at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic in the early 1980s.  Hedonism among the gay community gave way to panic, as young men started falling victim to what was initially called the “gay cancer.”  Many in society felt the deadly virus was retribution for a lifestyle of debauchery of which they did not approve.  But the men who lost loved ones realized that this disease — previously unknown — would result in countless deaths without government support of research, so they banded together to provide information and get the government involved.  Ned Weeks (Mark Ruffalo), the oldest and most vocal, presented a more radical, public view, attacking politicians and seeking as much publicity as possible to hold officials accountable.  His histrionics annoyed the politicians and his fellow activists, the other men who had formed the Gay Men’s Health Crisis organization in his living room.  The acting here is uniformly superb, with Julia Roberts playing the lone doctor who agreed to treat these men while collecting as much research as possible as the deaths mounted.  Matt Bomer as Ned’s lover transforms from a tall, dark and handsome young man to a gaunt, dying skeleton of a human, looking like a Holocaust victim.  The men won’t be dissuaded from giving up sex, as Roberts’ doctor urges them, even as they see their friends pass away.  With remnants of the classic “And the Band Played On,” this drama puts the crisis in perspective: It wasn’t just homosexual men who were afflicted, as the closing credits reveal that 36 million people have died of AIDs since it was identified 30 some years ago.  4 cans.

65.  Masquerade (1998) — I saw a lot more of the beautiful young Rob Lowe here than in his memoirs, “Love Life,” and I liked the view better.  He plays Tim, a young but accomplished yacht captain who in spending the summer in the Hamptons among the rich and toney folks as he gets his employer’s yacht ready for the racing season.  There he meets Olivia (Meg Tilly), a lonely, quiet young woman who just happens to be the wealthiest person in the area.  Who wouldn’t fall for young Lowe?  He’s gorgeous and charming, though we soon see him as a two-timing creep with plans that won’t end well for Olivia.  Doug Savant plays the local cop, Mike, who secretly loves Olivia.  Everyone knows everyone in this Hamptons town, yet nobody really knows who to trust.  This suspenseful film has plot twists that I won’t reveal here, and while Rob Lowe isn’t and will never be Robert DeNiro, he certainly carries off the charm.  4 cans.

66.  Office Space (1999) — Pete (Ron Livingston) and his fellow office drones sit in their cubicles thinking of ways NOT to work.  Pete hates his job, the 8 bosses he reports to, the memos, meetings and all the trappings of a big, impersonal office environment.  Pete and his buddies come upon a scheme that they figure no one will notice that will net them a little money by rounding numbers and depositing the difference in an account they set up.  Really, if these slackers put anywhere near the effort into actually working than they do into the scheme and not working, their lives would be noticeable better.  Oh, and Ron dates Jennifer Anniston, a waitress who hates her job, too.  I’m not sure why I watched this unfunny movie, but thanks, Mike Judge (writer and director), for reminding me how glad I am to be retired.  2 cans.

67.  Taking Chance (2009) — I thought it only fitting to watch this moving and patriotic movie on Memorial Day, a day meant for appreciation of the men and women who have served our country in the armed forces.  Kevin Bacon plays stoic Marine Colonel Mike Strobic, an analyst for the government who has missed out on his chance for real action.  When he learns about the death of Private Chance Phelps, a 20-year old Marine from Strobel’s home town in Colorado, he volunteers for the role of escort, the Marine who is assigned to bring the body home to the family.  Along the way, he encounters civilians and service people alike who pay homage — officially or in some personal way — to the young Marine and his escort.  Bacon is dignified and noble as he takes his assignment to heart, often fighting back tears as he recognizes the respect with which Private Phelps is treated and as he comes to know more about the young man.  This is a touching movie and a good reminder of the dedication of the members of the armed forces and how we all need to respect them and their families for their sacrifices.  4 cans.

68.  Broken City* (2012) — I only watched this movie because I like Mark Wahlberg and his stoicism (and his body, but you don’t get to see him shirtless here).  He is Billy Taggert, a disgraced former policeman who is hired by the Mayor of NY (Russell Crowe) to tail the mayor’s wife (Catherine Zeta-Jones) to see who she is having an affair with.  The task is too easy — which only means Taggert got the wrong guy.  And the wrong guy, the campaign manager for the Mayor’s opponent in the election in a few days, is in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Turns out, the whole exercise is a cover-up for a power play by the Mayor in a construction deal.  Crowe is my idea of a bad actor.  He mumbles, putting forth some vestige of an American accent that is unidentifiable and unintelligible, and his bad performance is surpassed only by his bad wig.  I just thank God that he didn’t sing, since he ruined “Les Miz” with his inferior crooning.  I kept thinking this story would get better, but I was wrong. 2 cans.

69.  Tootsie (1982) — Michael Dorsey (Dustin Hoffman) is a pain in the ass.  A mostly unemployed actor, he is zealous about his craft.  The guy needs the right motivation and backstory to play a tomato, which is why his agent (played by Sydney Pollack, who directed the film) can’t get him work.  When Michael’s friend Sandy (Teri Garr) fails to get a part on a soap opera, Michael tries out for it, dressed as Dorothy Michaels, who may just be the most unattractive woman of all time.  The director (Dabney Coleman) can’t stand her, but her co-star, Julie (Jessica Lange, who won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress) builds a friendship with Dorothy that Dorothy, thinking like the Michael Dorsey that she really is, thinks is something more.  Like all cross-dressing comedies of stage and screen, comedy ensues.  Except here, Dorothy’s popularity grows as she makes her character into a strong woman who demands respect.  As Michael eventually comes to realize, he is a better person as a woman than he could ever be as a man.  This sweet and funny comedy is enhanced by the presence of Bill Murray as Michael’s roommate, whose droll sense of humor begins to fail as Michael decries Dorothy’s wardrobe and the things that make “her” look “hippy.”  Since Michael isn’t Dorothy, eventually the charade is bound to end, but how will his/her relationships fare?  Hoffman is manically good in the role, and Michael/Dorothy show us a few things about how to be better people.  Just not in Dorothy’s wardrobe.  4 cans.