Very sad news this morning:
It seems our December results will be our final results. I’m hoping all is okay with Quizmaster Mark, as we had tickets to the January show, so it was a late cancellation.
Thanks for the many good evenings, Mark.
Matt was out protesting again, and made a sign for today.
I enjoy the layers of signs. As he finds more things to say, he adds another layer of posterboard to his sign.
He reported that the crowds were bigger than they had been lately. It’s not hard to see why. RIP Renee Good.
Many people gasp about the ceiling, which is impressive with its zillion tons of wood.
But I most love that they put bleachers in so those who are waiting for loved ones to return can pick a spot and be assured that NO ONE WILL STAND IN FRONT OF THEM BLOCKING THEIR VIEW, something I’m quite sure I’ve complained about on this blog before.
Instead, great people watching from a great vantage point, and a clear view all around.
Thanks, PDX. I appreciate you.
I find it confusing that the photo is landscape, but the title is vertical.
Sara sends Boxing Day greetings. She reports that they traveled to Lincoln City and she got some outlet mall shopping in.
One of my yearly letters has me take and print a picture of me to include. This was taken for the end of 2025 letter.
But once I took it, I realized I also had this picture I texted someone to let them know that it was cold in the house. I ended up using this one.
*Book group selection | bolded means favorite
*A-Ztec: A Bilingual Alphabet Book by Emmanuel Valtierra
*Xolo by Donna Barba Higuera and Mariana Ruiz Johnson
*Hopeful Heroes: More Poems About Amazing Latinos by Margarita Engle
and Juliet Menendez
*The Girl and the Robot by Oz Rodriguez and Claribel A. Ortega
*A Sea of Lemon Trees: The Corrido of Roberto Alvarez by María Dolores Águila
Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins
*Love, Misha: A Graphic Novel by Askel Aden
*Red Flags and Butterflies by Sheryl Azzam
*You and Me on Repeat by Mary Shyne
*Best of All Worlds by Kenneth Oppel
The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3 by Beth Brower
Barefoot by Elin Hilderbrand
This American Ex-Wife: How I Ended My Marriage and Started My Life by Lyz Lenz
I appreciated this analysis of the author’s marriage, especially the section about women changing their last name when they get married. I think we are still far from having truly equal marriages and things seem to be getting better only incrementally. Conversations about the topics raised in this book might help.
Letterboxd (it’s like Goodreads for films) sends a yearly summary to all their subscribers. Here are highlights from mine.
My films logged is 158, but at least 15 of those are the Oscar-nominated shorts. So I’m guessing my actual number of feature-length films is around 143.
It’s not surprising that Josh O’Connor is the most-watched actor; he was in a ton of stuff this year. And I’m glad that Agnés Varda is my most-watched director, but that means I’m not doing my quarterly director’s project evenly.
This lists is called Most Watched Films. But I think this means films that were logged on Letterboxd. I’m not really sure of the order.
I only had 3 weeks where I did not watch a film. The big outlier in February is the aforementioned Oscar-nominated shorts
This list is always fun. What five films did I see Josh O’Connor in??? La Chimera, that was the first one; the Mastermind; Wake Up Dead Man; and what? [checks IMDB] Oh yes, the History of Sound, plus he had a tiny part in the Mixtape. I saw Wendell Pierce in four films, and I think most of them were superhero films.
Joseph Cotton is thanks to the Filmspotting’s Filmspotting Madness: 1940s. But he was great in Shadow of a Doubt, which is my new favorite Hitchcock film.
My quarterly director’s project is to watch at least one film every quarter by Agnés Varda, Howard Hawks, Akira Kurosawa, and Spike Lee. Between that and the Filmspotting Madness 1940s list I’ve been working through, you can see how that affected this list.
I found it interesting that Jingle Bell Rocks was the most obscure. The Venn Diagram of Kanopy fans and Letterboxd users must not be as big as I thought. I can heartily recommend the shortest film, which was one of the short films nominated for a live-action Oscar. I also like that my viewing years spanned 1926 (thanks, Howard Hawks) to 2025.
Here’s the whole list from finish to start:
This is my movies I recommend list, sorted from shortest film to longest film.
I didn’t do a great job with directed by women, only 25. The quarterly directors and 1940s bit into that. Here’s to more in 2026.
I like this list the best, I think. Because I like to list the theaters I visit. This year I managed three in Boise (on a three-day visit) (Meridian counts).
We shall see what the 2026 movie landscape brings.
I enjoy when someone points out the hidden horror of a benign thing.
This one is for those who know those who are fans of Hallmark movies.
People who attended the first week’s 70mm screening of Marty Supreme at the Hollywood got to take home not only a poster but also a box of Marty Supreme orange table tennis balls. (Never wear black again.) So. Much. Fun!
There was also a local table tennis club tabling, so I brought home their flyer.
All of this went to my friend S. North, who actually plays ping pong.
After dropping Matt, Linda, and Rick off at the airport, I went to Ikea, and then I had planned to hang about Hollywood for a bit of time before my 2:30 move showtime.
I discovered that unless one is eating (or seeing a movie, but it wasn’t yet time for my movie) there’s not a ton to do on a Sunday in Hollywood. The Rite-Aid closed and turned into a Planet Fitness and the antique mall is closed on Sundays, Ray’s Ragtime isn’t where it once was, and the clothing store I thought I would check out had gone out of business and were moving their naked mannikins into a U-Haul.
I ended up wandering slowly through Trader Joes and then took a tiny street behind the Hollywood Theatre that I hadn’t walked down before.
And what did I find? Lockbuster? What might this be?
In the tiny storefront was a huge display of VHS tapes. When I got closer, I saw that the labels were top-notch. Who wouldn’t want a “vaguely British/Hitchcock” category.
Or a “holy pursuits” category that included both Excalibur and Monty Python’s the Holy Grail.
This label elicited a bark of laughter:
And I also enjoyed the “movies that look like this” category as that packaging was very familiar to me and I had forgotten its existence.
On a return visit to this window, a passerby informed me that this is an escape room, pulling the “Lockbuster” name into focus.
