Somehow, we’re one week from Thanksgiving. Isn’t time just so weird and irregular-seeming? I’m still coming to grips with the fact that we’re in November, and now the holiday season is just around the corner.
To get in the mood (and because I stayed home sick from work today), I kicked things off with the most Thanksgiving-focused movie I could think of: Pieces of April.
I may not feel ready to take on the Thanksgiving meal, but her pathetic attempts at cooking make me feel so much better about my own (mis)adventures in the kitchen.
Some time between now and the end of next weekend, I’m planning on rounding out the Thanksgiving movie marathon with these movies, all sitting at the top of my Netflix queue:
I think I saw this when it came out, but my only memories are of Holly Hunter’s horrible coat and her telling Claire Danes to stop swimming and start floating. Or something like that.
I’m psyched for this one.
And then finally, a Woody Allen flick I haven’t seen:
Any Thanksgiving favorites? Christmas movies are so easy and obvious – but Thanksgiving, for being such a major holiday, is totally underrepresented in film. Sometimes watching fictitious characters live out scenes helps to make real life seem…realer. At least that’s the hope.
(all images from imdb.com)