Also while I was home, I finally watched
Vicky Cristina Barcelona (after lugging the Netflix disc around with me for almost a month, like a nagging reminder or an albatross–I'm sure Woody Allen would be okay with either). I liked it. I was surprised. Apparently Penelope Cruz was not told that the movie was a comedy so as to not interfere with her acting, and it worked! As Maria Elena, she's super crazy in a dramatic Spanish way that wouldn't be possible if she were trying to channel that Allenesque humor. I identified the most with her– the insanely jealous/homicidal/suicidal painter– than with the two milquetoast American leads, and I'm looking at this as a positive thing.
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