Never too late to start a revolution

This was a weekend of movies. Friday we watched a great showing of "North by Northwest" (which was totally scandalous and turned my tan skin all sorts of shades of red as Eve Marie Saint and Cary Grant got a little too steamy for my taste in the train comparment). But overall it was a great time of being outside with great friends as we enjoyed some witty cary grant and a little reprieve from the heat.

Saturday night we also ended up watching a wonderful little german movie called "Schultze Gets the Blues" about this accordion player who has just retired from being a minor, receives a rock shaped lamp for his retirement and then ends up dabbling in somes blues from the South. Although I didn't really know what to expect, almost from the very beginning I was quite endeared by the long lanquid montages, the eerie silences instead of a hugh music score and an exalting of the ordinary. It was a film that gave you a lump in your throat just waiting for what would happen to Schultze. But what happens are quiet silent notes that makes up the moments of the life of a very lonely accordian player. It wasn't all sentimentality though, it was a picture of lonliness with moments of hilarity. I think one of my favorites scenes was Schultze and two of his old friends are sitting around and one of them says "let's start a revolution." Then one of his other retired friends slams down his beer and says, "it's never too late to start a revolution."