After talking David into playing hookey with me this noontime, we went to see the first showing of The Hours. The film is true to the spirit and tone of Cunningham's novel, and David Hare has done a wonderful job of presenting fully-realized characters without resorting to voice-over or stilted soliloquies to represent their rich interior lives. A perfect cast, not an untruthful note in any performance.

So, I've finally gotten it together and have joined the blogger brigade. As a daily reader of blogs [AS, Jonno, JMM], I figure that from time to time I have enough of my own ideas that other people might like to read (or not, in which case I don't care since I'll be posting anyway). So, in this space you'll find my random rants and exortations about politics, culture, world events, and of course my life - shared here in Boulder, CO with my man and my dog.

So, in today's NYT Elvis Mitchell writes about actors who decide to direct feature films and their motivations for so doing, and the only actress-turned-director he can mention is Penny Marshall? How's about Barbra Streisand, who's directed three feature films, won a Golden Globe award for best director (Yentl), and whose work has resulted in a handful of acting nominations for her cast members as well?