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April 10, 2007


I remember reading something somewhere about how people are more emotionally pliable at 30,000 feet, and more susceptible to manipulation. This would explain why I teared up during the Beyonce music video that was shown on my flight home; that "to the left" line really packs a punch. And then I actually cried at various points during The Holiday, even though I could barely stand to watch it (for - I shudder to think - the second time). I was most moved in the scene when the octagenarian screenwriter played by Eli Wallach receives a standing ovation at a tribute ceremony. Wiping my impressionable eyes there above the Atlantic, I thought, for just a moment, that maybe I should try a little bit harder to make movies that make people happy.

Then I turned back to my current novel-in-progress, Anna Karenina. "That book you're reading, it's very sad," said the flight attendant as she passed my aisle. And it was.

Posted by David Lowery at April 10, 2007 9:44 PM


That's sweet. The holiday got to me a bit, though I was well rested. I think it's because Eli Wallach is so sweet.
Welcome back!
I'm so ready for Europe!

Posted by: stacy at April 11, 2007 12:35 AM

I think I want to steal that flight attendant's line.

Posted by: bryan at April 11, 2007 1:00 AM

i really loved the holiday. cheesiness and all.

Posted by: kat at April 13, 2007 1:49 PM