January 25th, 2013
A short blog—more like a blurb this week. I am about to board for a meeting in Toronto—perishing, Arctic-icy Toronto. Sure, it’s cold here, but it’s practically balmy by comparison. I hate it when Canadians comment on how cold they think it gets here. They don’t know squat about it. We all yak about the weather, complain and get philosophical about it, but it doesn’t mean we know what we are talking about. Now, to our international students who are experiencing winter for the first time my full sympathies. The country in general isn’t fit for human beings, but one can’t tell them that. We spend a lot of energy recruiting them. And it’s hard to tell them this is nothing—try living in Toronto, or Winnipeg!
I showed ANNA KARENINA at MUN Cinema Series this week to a sell-out crowd. What a lusciously rich adaptation it is. Loved it. Everyone wants to see how brilliant playwright Tom Stoppard would transmute one of the most widely read and admired novels of all time for the screen. It struck me that the several hundred who lined up in layered wool and down parkas for the film looked like the peasant extras in the movie. I mean, it’s the nineteenth-century Russia and short of throwing a log on a fire it’s hard to see how anyone kept warm during Tolstoy’s’ time. And then there’s Keira Knightley in the role of Anna. We all know Knightley doesn’t eat. But the camera loves her, as they say, and it’s hard not to covet those fox-lined hats and wraps she tosses around her frail frame every time Count Vronsky throws her a smouldering look. Anyhow, there’s nothing like a steamy two-hour plus movie to keep you warm, even if it’s all about ice-caked trains and frozen ponds.
The cold air, like the flu and salt-stained boots, shall pass. Stay warm and change your screen saver to a beachscape—or to Keira, if she does it for you.