Monday Sundries

I saw Then She Found Me at the Avon last week; I'll have a review posted soon.

Last night, we went to see The Visitor, also at the Avon. Like Then She Found Me, it's a small movie; but where TSFM feels cloistered and insular, The Visitor is capacious and reverberative. Adoption, in The Visitor, isn't a consolation and a last scene in a long drama, the way it seems to be in TSFM, but a privilege: it's a way to connect with one other person in an exploding world, and a means to one's own revival.

Also, the film's last shot is one of my favorites from any movie not by Ang Lee.