Went to see Wonder Woman today. Etta Candy! They put in Etta Candy!

I'm now wanting a Diana Prince-Steve Rogers meet up, maybe she happens upon this blond hunk sketching somewhere, she pauses to admire, he blushes, trouble breaks out, they bond over shield tactics.

I'd like to subscribe to your newsletter, Connie.

And I cannot help but think that if Diana stayed in London, that she didn't come across Peggy Carter at some point.

FYI, TCM seems to be doing a little Power and Pressburger marathon this evening. A Matter of Life and Death is on right now, and whenever I try to talk about this movie, I just end up with flaily hand gestures and crying. Suffice it to say it's on the list of my top five fave films of ALL TIME. It's too bad it's half way through running, because the movie is hard to find but absolutely worth tracking down if you haven't seen it. It's this smorgasbord of genres mashed in together -- a fantasy, romance, comedy, courtroom drama and war film all in one, and it's funny and strange and lovely and often profoundly moving. One of a kind.

After that, TCM is airing Black Narcissus, which is a stunning-looking psychological thriller about a bunch of nuns in the deep of the Himalayas, then in the wee hours of the night, they are running I Know Where I'm Going!, surely one of the most romantic films ever made. After that, A Canterbury Tale, which I actually haven't seen so I'm DVR'ing that.

I saw Wonder Woman today, and while I have some quibbles -- like, if it were a male superhero movie, I would probably go "That was silly and fun" and move on -- I don't really care all that much about the stuff that didn't make much sense. Because it was a glorious experience, just watching Diana fight; watching the women warriors on Themiscyra train with each other and then fight and die for each other; watching Diana walk tall and proud across No Man's Land; and most of all, thinking about my own daughters watching this movie someday and looking up to this strong, powerful woman as a role model.

I teared up several times watching it, for much the same reason that I can't watch Moana without getting a little teary too, because I always find myself wondering: how differently would I feel about this movie if Hillary Clinton were my president? If we were moving (however haltingly) toward finding the strength in our diversity; toward greater protections for marginalized people, women, the environment; toward what I thought would be our progressive, pluralistic future? Would these movies feel so important, or so distressingly far from the world I find myself in now?

I don't know, but what I do know is that right after I saw Wonder Woman, I went out to my car, called my senators, and told them I wanted them to uphold the ACA. And I'm thinking of printing out a picture of Wonder Woman to put up in my house, along with pictures from the Women's March, to inspire and empower me on the days when working for change feels too hard. If Diana can do it, I can too.

FYI, TCM seems to be doing a little Power and Pressburger marathon this evening. A Matter of Life and Death is on right now, and whenever I try to talk about this movie, I just end up with flaily hand gestures and crying. Suffice it to say it's on the list of my top five fave films of ALL TIME. It's too bad it's half way through running, because the movie is hard to find but absolutely worth tracking down if you haven't seen it. It's this smorgasbord of genres mashed in together -- a fantasy, romance, comedy, courtroom drama and war film all in one, and it's funny and strange and lovely and often profoundly moving. One of a kind.

After that, TCM is airing Black Narcissus, which is a stunning-looking psychological thriller about a bunch of nuns in the deep of the Himalayas, then in the wee hours of the night, they are running I Know Where I'm Going!, surely one of the most romantic films ever made.

All gems that I saw in Boston right out of college at the local rep house which championed Powell and Pressburger in the late 80s.

I Know Where I'm Going was certainly an influence on my personal favorite, Local Hero, as well.

And I cannot help but think that if Diana stayed in London, that she didn't come across Peggy Carter at some point.

"Wait, is this something that every woman goes through in Man's World?"

Scooby Doo: The Movie, written by James Gunn, was originally R-rated before being re-edited, including having SMG's cleavage covered up with CGI.

Seeing Gg2 for the second time, this time with Mac. He refused to go to ww.

Oh, Mac. Well, enjoy!

I still haven't seen GotG 2, maybe I will fix that tomorrow. Forecast is high of 104 and I don't have a/c, maybe a couple of movies are in order...