To Sir.. with love

And if you've no place to go..let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

I'm exaggerating, as usual. 

 The snow isn't THAT bad.  It was beautiful when it was freshly fallen yesterday, but now it's just nuisance snow--icy patches that make a two minute walk to the car a forty-five minute spectacle.

And it's not the weather that's keeping me and those like me indoors, we all know that.

And if you've a place to go..don't you dare..'cause I swear..Covid's there!:(

Sheltering is not so bad when you have a clean house and a warm dog and Netflix. We've caught up on mostly everything that's getting award buzz, but it doesn't matter, because this season is almost impossible to predict or get excited about, thanks to cancel culture.

Rightfully so in the case of tomorrow night's Golden Globe telecast--there DOES need to be diversity among voters..but that show has replaced the Oscars themselves as the most important to watch in award season.  By the time the Golden Globes, SAG, and Critic's Choice awards are over, we know who is going to win everything, although there have been a few upsets in recent years.  (Sorry Glenn ..Close but no cigar..Sorry "La La Land", but that was all Faye Dunaway's fault..Sorry Chadwick Boseman, but you weren't around anyway to witness that insane decision from the Academy to present Best Actor as the final award, AFTER Best Picture--leading to a lot of anti-climactic and embarrassing moments.)

There will be no televised presentation of tomorrow night's Golden Globes..and no presenters.  And no gorgeous fashions and red carpet gossip.  And no aging star's kid hamming it up as Miss Golden Globe.

And sadly, no In Memoriam that always gives me that much needed cry, and this year's list would have had me crying a river or two.

While we're on the subject, we knew we'd be snowed in last night..which meant we were going to watch  a Sidney Poitier movie, which every film aficionado around the globe should have been doing.

We settled on "A Patch of Blue" which was touching and poignant and gave Shelley Winters her much deserved Oscar for playing a monster.  I don't think Mr. Poitier was nominated for this one--he should have been-- and I should have guessed his name way earlier than I did when Jim was the first to get breaking entertainment news, and I was the guesser in "Celebrity Death Alert!"

As soon as I guessed correctly, I quoted Stockard Channing's character in "Six Degrees of Separation"  uttering, "he SAID he was the son of Sidney Poitier!"

My BFF Rochelle and I had seen it on Broadway, and it was a terrific play that was turned into a wonderful movie, and if you're wondering what the significance of that line is, I'll tell you that Sidney Poitier had ONLY daughters--six of them, which should intrigue you enough to stream the movie.

It's been a quiet week, pop-culture wise.

"And Just Like That" once again did NOT disappoint.  The relationships among the women has matured so much since they first appeared on the little screen.  Even their fights are mature. I could have done without Carrie's plastic surgery consultation--no woman in her fifties needs to be talking about plastic surgery unless there's been a disfiguring accident in a reptile attack.

We watched "The Lost Daughter" this week, and while we loved the performances, the story itself didn't bowl us over.  Perhaps there was too much concentration on a prop,  a doll, and we just went through this with the marionette from the pretentious "Annettte" where the marionette was the only star who did not give a wooden performance.  "The Lost Daughter" was interesting at times, and I hope Maggie Gyllenhaal squeezes in a DGA nomination, but it wasn't the best thing we saw all week.

THAT title goes to "Mass"..a stunning movie that will leave you dazed and breathless.

It is NOT for everyone.

It is not for anyone who has even a six degree separation from a Columbine or Sandy Hook or Margery Stoneman Douglas parent, but it is RIVETING.

There's SOME buzz at the Golden Derby(a site that predicts nominees and winners) but there needs to be more for the four main actors who played the parents of the shooter and his victims.

Jim loved it, and he isn't big on talky relationship movies, but, as he said, this one DID have a plot.  A plot that was mostly talked about, but it worked.

We were both sobbing and gasping, which is always  preferable to snoring.

It may not have "Mass" appeal, but this is the film I recommend most on this miserably cold day.

Stay in, stay warm, and grab your tissues...