Winning things is better than losing things

The Vagnino Monologues is (are?) BACK!


My thesis has been submitted and I have taught my final class of the semester. Now I can get back to blogging and reading things other than my own poetry. Very exciting.

The title of this post is pretty master-of-the-obvious, but still, it's not often that I enter into contests and win them. But recently, Lady Luck has been smiling on me and I have to say -- winning? So much more fun than losing. Y'all should try it.

Win #1: Scholarship money for my trip to China.

In February, I applied for financial assistance for my July trip to China, organized by the Yale Alumni Service Corps. I had to write a brief essay about why I would be an asset, and what skills I bring to the table (karaoke?). I also submitted my tax return, as evidence of my poverty. And lo and behold, they are giving me $1600, the maximum award amount.

I can hardly wait for this trip. I will be staying most of the time at the Smoky Willow Resort in Xiuning, a rural town in the Anhui Province. I really hope I get to stay on the Ladies Floor:

"Specially designed for the female guests who prefer the most peaceful and quiet environment that they so enjoy when being alone, the Ladies Floor section is located in a separate building hidden behind the main hotel block. In addition to the excellent views through the windows, each room and the common area are designed with the fine touch of feminism suited for today’s women with their discerning taste for fine quality of life."

YESSSSSS!


Win #2: A bottle of Jim Beam "Red Stag" whiskey

This I won at Lineage, as the champion of the first-ever edition of Lineage Jeopardy. Lineage Jeopardy was created to test the staff's knowledge in five categories: wine, beer, cocktails, food, and service. I dominated the wine, food and service categories, answering questions like "this herb tastes like green apple" (what is sorrel) and "Gruner Veltliner is traditionally from this country, but the one on our wine list is from this region" (what is Austria and Monterey, CA).

I'm not much of a whiskey drinker, but I figure I should have some booze at my place that's not wine, for guests who are not fellow winos. And look, Kid Rock likes Red Stag!

And obviously, it's my goal in life to emulate Kid Rock in every way. My skeevy goatee is growing in nicely.


Win #3: An all-access Chrome pass to Boston's IFF (Independent Film Festival)

As an Elite Yelper, I get the chance to enter contests every so often. This past Wednesday, I happened to be on Yelp and see that they were giving away a film festival pass and all I had to do to enter was answer a question, which was something along the lines of "what can independent films offer that mainstream Hollywood movies do not?" I wrote something about untidy endings and subtlety and talked about the movie "Once." And voila! I won the pass -- I can attend any and all movies this weekend and get priority seating. I also can go to the after-parties, all of which have open bars and free food.

Last night, I saw the narrative feature "On the Ice," a somewhat grim morality tale about an accidental death that haunts a small town in rural Alaska. Tomorrow I'm seeing the new Miranda July film, some narrative shorts, and a documentary about an artist that reanimates skeletal animal remains using robotics (?!?!)

On the topic of movies, I also recently saw "The Room," written/produced/directed/starring Tommy Wiseau. It was a life-changing experience that warrants its own post, so look for that soon.

It's good to be back, friends! Hope you'll keep reading the 'Logues! Zai jian! (that means see you soon in Mandarin)

Making it easy for the clean up woman

The title of this post refers to a 1971 Betty Wright song from one of my favorite 80s movies, Maid to Order, starring Ally Sheedy, Beverly D'Angelo and Tom Skerritt. It's a Cinderella tale, with Sheedy playing a hard-partying spoiled brat who gets her comeuppance when her father (Skerritt) wishes, after she's arrested for drunk driving, that he had never had a daughter. Magically, this comes to pass, thanks to a Fairy Godmother (D'Angelo). Sheedy is forced to actually get a job and the only one she can get: maid.




Why is this movie on my mind today? Well, on Monday, I hired a cleaning lady to clean my apartment for the first time ever. I decided after two years in a small space with a shed-happy cat, it was time for a professional to come in. If I ever want gentleman-callers to stay the night, I need to feel confident that they won't leave the next morning covered in cat hair.

I turned to Yelp for advice and found Neide Teixeira, who agreed to come to my studio and give it a thorough scrub-down and dusting. Sunday night, in preparation, I engaged in a somewhat funny ritual: the pre-cleaning cleaning. People who've paid for cleaning services before, you know what I'm talking about -- the cleaning you have to do BEFORE the strangers show up to clean your house. This involves hiding porn (which wasn't issue for me, unless Neide was planning to clean the hard drive of my laptop), drug paraphenalia, and anything else that might be questionable (The Cutting Edge 2: Going for the Gold on DVD) or illegal (pet ferret).

Neide and two other women showed up on Monday and got right to work, while I took Maude to the vet for a check-up. When we came home, my jaw dropped open -- I had no idea such cleaniness was possible. Surfaces were gleaming, my bed was made and THE INSIDE OF MY ANCIENT CRUSTY TOASTER OVEN WAS CLEAN, bereft of the burned residue that had been accumulating basically since I inherited it from my father back in 2003.

Very pleasing.

Epiphany: I just downloaded "Clean Up Woman" and it's totally not about actual professional cleaning women, but rather the woman who steals your man when you've been ignoring him. So "making it easy" for the clean up woman has nothing to do with doing a preliminary sweep or stashing contraband. You learn something new every day.

So You Think You Don't Like Poetry

Disclaimer: this poem is kind of a downer...but hey, it's February, one of the more dreary months of the year, so what do you expect. Besides, I happen to love depressing literature -- I once took a seminar in college called "Doomed Love in the Western World," taught by a bitter divorcee. The syllabus included Anna Karenina, House of Mirth, Antony and Cleopatra and Madame Bovary. It was a barrel of laughs.

Without further ado, I give you "Rain" by Don Paterson, which appeared in the New Yorker in 2008. It's especially appropriate given that the Oscar nominations were announced yesterday.

Rain

I love all films that start with rain:
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face;

one long thundering downpour
right through the empty script and score
before the act, before the blame,
before the lens pulls through the frame

the woman sits alone
beside a silent telephone
or the dress lies ruined in the grass
or the girl walks off the overpass,

and all things flow out from that source
along their fatal watercourse.
However bad or overlong
such a film can do no wrong,

so when his native twang shows through
or when the boom dips into view
or when her speech starts to betray
its adaptation from the play,

I think to when we opened cold
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold
with the neon of a drugstore sign,
and I'd read into its blazing line:

forget the ink, the milk, the blood--
all was washed clean with the flood
we rose up from the fallings waters
the fallen rain's own sons and daughters

and none of the this, none of this matters.

Golden Globes

Instead of blogging about how terrified I am about the special Senate election happening today in Massachusetts, I'm choosing to focus on something much more inconsequential: Sunday night's Golden Globes telecast, which I finally got around to watching today.

It turns out, I saw a lot of movies in 2009 and actually had seen most of the nominated films. Television-wise, I watched less, but still was pleased to see Mad Men take home the top award for drama, and Glee for comedy (which despite my initial hesitation to jump on the Glee bandwagon, won me over by the end of the season). Also, Chloe Sevigny totally deserved to win for Big Love, though I think it was unexpected (the show only got 3 nominations total and is less hyped than HBO's other shows).

Also good: Meryl (a.k.a. T-Bone) Streep's acceptance speech. The woman has won a bajillion times and still always manages to deliver a poised, seemingly unscripted and heartfelt speech of the perfect length. Bravo, T-Bone!



Robert Downey, Jr.'s speech was also clever and I'm always happy to see him win, even though Sherlock Holmes was a tad disappointing. However, he was one of three offenders in terms of what I consider to be an awards ceremony faux pas: saying in your acceptance speech whom you thought would win as an excuse to not have prepared anything to say.

It's one thing to act surprised and humble; it's another to state specifically which of the nominees you thought would beat you. Because let's face it, they didn't win -- you did -- and it's supposed to be your moment. Also, it's kind of insulting to the other 3 nominees -- did you not think they deserved to win? We already get loser reaction close-ups; a brief acknowledgment of fellow nominees suffices.

RDJ said he thought Matt Damon (The Informant!) would win, screenwriter/director Jason Reitman (Up in the Air) said he thought Quentin Tarantino (Inglorious Basterds) would win, and James Cameron (Avatar) said he thought Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) would win. You know what? Probably some other people, including the nominees themselves, might have thought they were going to win too and are bummed out. There's no need to rub it in. We get it, you're surprised. Get on with your speech.

I guess what increasingly bothers me about the Globes is how blatantly it's used as a marketing tool for upcoming movies. All the presenters have films coming out in the next month and many find cutesy ways to promote them. And while I enjoyed Martin Scorsese's tribute, the last few minutes of it was just the trailer for Shutter Island, which no one has seen yet. It could be terrible and it isn't out yet, so why include it in his montage? Given the fact that the release of the film was pushed back, from October to February, and the buzz is mixed, including it in the montage seemed like a desperate move on behalf of the studio releasing it.

In summary, Ricky Gervais was decently funny, Angie and Brad (and Best Supporting Actor winner Alec Baldwin) couldn't be troubled to attend, and per usual, Jennifer Aniston wore a pretty but forgettable black dress. Would it kill her to wear something with color or texture?

But I digress. Time to go back to praying for a Coakley victory in MA.

Problematic Depictions of African-Americans in a Beloved Holiday Film

The other night, I watched a classic Christmas movie: Holiday Inn, starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire. Though I've seen it a dozen times, this always catches me off-guard:

Yep, that's crooner Bing Crosby, in full-on blackface. He's singing an Irving Berlin song called "Abraham" about Abe Lincoln's birthday that contains lyrics such as "When black folks lived in slavery/ Who was it set the darkie free?/ Abraham, Abraham!"

PROBLEMATIC. And the only actual black people in the movie?

That's Louise Beavers, playing (isn't it obvious?) "Mamie" and her two kids. Mamie is the all-purpose housekeeper/cook at the Holiday Inn. Obviously.

Sigh. I love Holiday Inn -- it features the first ever performance of "White Christmas," one of my favorite Christmas songs. There are lots of great dance numbers, not one but TWO love triangles, and plenty of glamorous 1940s evening wear.

And yet....

It's just hard to get past this, you know? The blackface is a part of the plot -- Bing Crosby adds it to the number at the last minute so that Fred Astaire's character won't be able to recognize Marjorie Reynolds (pictured above), with whom he drunkenly danced on New Year's Eve and wants to steal away from Crosby's Holiday Inn gig.

But still....yeesh. Racism kind of kills my Christmas spirit.

Scary Movie Smackdown

Disclosure: I'm a scary movie junkie. Last weekend, in honor of Halloween, I saw two new horror movies: Paranormal Activity and The House of the Devil. Maybe there's no way the former could have lived up to its hype, but suffice it to say that I was very underwhelmed. Admittedly, the Blair Witch-style hand-held cinematography made me very nauseated and I had to stare at the floor of the theater for at least a third of the movie so as to not vomit. So maybe that affected my opinion of the film's merit.

The House of the Devil, on the other hand, is being added to my Favorite Scary Movies of All Time list. Like Paranormal Activity, 90% of the movie is buildup -- nothing truly horrifying happens until the last 20 minutes. But I was on the edge of my seat the whole time and duly impressed with the whole look/concept of the film. I'm not a film critic so I won't go into more detail about that, but if you're interested, check out the trailer here.

What are my other favorite scary movies, you ask? In no particular order:

The Descent (2005)
I have never screamed louder in a movie theater. I also love that before the supernatural element is introduced, the premise (being trapped and lost in a claustrophobic cave) is already scary as hell.

Ginger Snaps (2000)

In 2004, I went on two dates with this guy and on date #2, we watched Ginger Snaps, which he owned on DVD. Though the relationship went nowhere, I will always be indebted to him for introducing me to this Canadian werewolf flick. I could write an amazing women's studies paper on this movie; it conflates the fear of female sexuality with the werewolf myth. It's smart, funny, gory, and very suspenseful.

Alien (1979)
I've seen it probably a dozen times and it never gets old. I love how Ridley Scott uses silence and minimalist sound design to create an eerie, lonely atmosphere. And Sigourney Weaver kicks ass.

Carrie (1976)
The best adaptation of a Stephen King book, in my opinion. And the unexpected last scare? Classic and oft-imitated, but not yet surpassed.

Rosemary's Baby (1968)
Say what you want about Roman Polanski, but this film is a masterpiece. Period. Somehow, a ridiculous-sounding premise (a woman is impregnated by the Devil) seems completely plausible.

28 Days Later (2002)
Zombies don't really scare me that much -- they are slow-moving and kind of stupid. But 28 Days Later uses a disease/plague metaphor (the zombies are "the infected") and makes the idea of a zombie apocalypse seem all too real. Also, the infected are NOT slow-moving.

Fright Night (1985)
Ok, ok, this movie is pretty dated and not that scary...but it terrified me when I saw it as a kid and I still find it tremendously entertaining. Plus, Chris Sarandon makes a sexy vamp.

Poltergeist (1982)
The clown, the tree, the swimming pool filled with skeletons....

The Exorcist (1973)
Saw this fairly recently and was pretty shocked by how explicit it was. I totally get why Linda Blair grew up with serious psychological problems.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)
This movie is not kidding around. It's balls-out violent, not to mention weird and truly disturbing.

Feel free to weigh in on any classics you feel I've missed....

The Vagnino Recipes

Last night, I went to see "Julie & Julia" and while I found Julie Powell as a character to be incredibly annoying, Meryl Streep's performance definitely redeemed the $12.50 spent on the ticket. Yes, movies in NYC are that expensive.

The movie inspired me to cook and write about it -- after all, maybe if this were a food blog, I'd have Amanda Hesser coming over for dinner and a book deal just like Julie P.!

So for this entry only, pretend this is a food blog. I do love to cook and would honestly rank my skills at slightly-above-average. I still need to basically follow recipes, but the food I prepare is almost always tasty. And boy, can I ever zest the crap out of a lemon.

For a brief second, I contemplated posting my father's secret recipe for the "famous" Vagnino family spaghetti and meals. But then I decided that getting disinherited would be unwise, so instead I'll post a recipe from my aunt's humorous cookbook, How to Eat Like a Republican.

How do Republicans eat? Well, think heartland, think homestyle, think somewhat Southern. Many of the recipes in the book call for Tabasco and/or bacon and/or a shit-ton of butter. It's how we folks raised in the country's middle like to eat, regardless of the effects on our own middles.

This particular recipe was actually contributed by one of my aunt's Democrat friends -- it's called Zorba the Shrimp.

Serves 8

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons of olive oil
4 cups chopped onions
2 garlic cloves, chopped
1/2 cup finely chopped parsley
2 tablespoons finely chopped dill
1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
1/2 teaspoon sugar
5 cups canned whole tomates (liquid reserved)
2 and 1/2 cups feta cheese, crumbled
3 pounds large shrimp, peeled and deveined

Preheat the oven to 425.

Heat the olive oil in a large saucepan or deep skillet. Add the onions and cook until golden. Add the garlic, parsley, and dill, the stir in the mustard and sugar. Add the tomatoes, 1 cup of the reserved tomato liquid and half of the feta. Simmer for 30 minutes, adjusting the consistency of the sauce with the remaining tomato liquid; it should not be too thick.


Add the shrimp, cook for one minute more, then pour the mixture into a heavy casserole. Sprinke with the rest of the feta and bake, uncovered, for 10-15 minutes, until the shrimp are just done (bright pink, no gray left) and the feta melts.

Serve immediately over orzo or rice and great crunchy bread. Bon appetit!

Gene Kelly might not be human

Whenever I watch old movies, it strikes me how much more talented you had to be back in the day to make it in Hollywood. Yesterday, walking through the East Village in the pouring rain, my boyfriend and I stumbled upon a movie theater playing, appropriately, "Singin' in the Rain," starring Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds, and Donald O'Connor. My boyfriend made the mistake of admitting that he'd never seen it. So of course, I dragged him in.

I love "Singin' in the Rain"-- it's funny, clever, and the dancing is spectacular. The three leads are all triple threats. Nowadays, you can be a "star" just by looking pretty. I mean, is there a Shia Labeouf equivalent in the golden age of filmmaking? Is what Gene Kelly does on camera at all related to what Jennifer Love Hewitt does?

I'm posting a video with a clip not from "Singin' in the Rain," but from a lesser-known Gene Kelly flick, "It's Always Fair Weather." In it, Gene Kelly tap dances. ON ROLLER SKATES.

What type of boudoir are you?

the Beach Studios

It's been a lovely lovely rainy weekend (we need it). And as always, my thoughts turn inward: who am I? And on my head is the topic of dressing tables/boudoirs.

We all need a spot to place our beauty jars, perfumes, pretty hair things, brooches, rings, earrings, nail polish.

Daron Chatz

And depending on our lifestyle and personality, we all need different "boudoirs"... (i.e. dressing tables).

Some of us need a pretty with capital P (and capital P for price)

Now defunct Domino

Mi Casa Revista

others need a simple furniture piece

Lucyina Moodie

Lucyina Moodie

others yet demand for drawers and drawers
some of those need their stuff spilling out those drawers and drawers

James Tse

others like their drawers but like their surfaces clear.




Some of us who can afford it like a dedicated dressing alcove...

Madeline Stuart

Some of us who choose to splurge on a luxurious dressing table and place it next to the bed...


Some of us like it in the bathroom!


I'm not talking presentation (i.e. colour, finish) but the style or type of boudoir-ing one needs to put on one's face in the morning.

Flickr: rockymountainroz

While I would LOVE to be the sit-down-and-pretty-up-in-a-nice-dedicated-table-on-a-yellow-and-white-stool-type... I realise I'm not that type.

I'm more the simple type. The hoarder type. hehe
The stand up at my boudoir and throw stuff on and rush out the door type.

But I still like a pretty space.

So I repurposed a pretty white cabinet I got off eBay 2 years ago that used to be my craft cabinet and then bookcase.

A white cabinet much like the one in this gorgeous bedroom...





One day I might become a sit down one... like at Miss Pettigrew... but for now... this cupboard will do me just fine. (Pardon the super bright blue... t'will become a lovely watermelon soon.)

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

It's not a mull-over type movie. Not the serious sort. Not the tear-jerker sort either. But Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day somehow successfully manages to charm with its light silky flowing peignoirs and costumes, fantabulous interiors and late 1930s pre-World War II glamour lifestyles. It manages to seduce us into the world of oysters at 8 am, the silky soft lingerie, "caress of fur against skin" and ever revolving door for gentleman callers.



Even the very few scenes of the less fortunate are romanticised. (Which starving soul walks ever so slowly towards an half-eaten apple lying on the dirty floor of a train station, only to reach it and see it being swept away by a cleaner? Especially one who's only had 2 slices of cucumber for the day! I'd imagine a mad dash towards the discarded fruit!)

But oh how I enjoyed watching it 2 nights ago after my family retired for the night (everyone else is asleep by 10.30pm!)! (Yes I only really get to watch movies months after they're shown here because we rarely get the chance.) I was dying for some light romantic comedy with fantastic interiors and I was not let down.

Amy Adams played beautifully as flamboyant, attractive, seemingly-feather-headed Delysia Lafosse. I really enjoy the costumes for Amy Adams in this show and in Enchanted.



Her lithe figure allows for the most feminine of clothes. At uni we studied colour interpretations in movies, books and poetry. In Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, muted colours for Amy's penthouse boudoir, along with her makeup and clothes adds to the persona of Delysia LaFosse... the real vibrant Sarah Grubb is muted, by necessity [remember the line, "But I must!"?]so she can become her dream, a real actress, away from her Pittsburgh Grubb-y roots.



It is only at the end, that we see Delysia a.k.a. Sarah Grubb stand up to the men in her life and go for the man in her heart. Then she dons on a gown with a strong colour, a lovely gold.



In the last scene we see Amy Adams in this movie, Delysia appears in very strong colours, ruby red lips (as opposed to the pale rose throughout) and camel travelling suit with black stripes.



Whereas Guinevere Pettigrew, played by a first-class actress Frances McDormand, wears not only dark colours, but severely cut clothes - as a governess-turned-street-bummer as well as an elegant lady. Remember her drab brown mackintosh coat and the drabber governess dress?



This is in stark contrast to Delysia... and her moral sense is as starkly in contrast. Guinevere is severe, rigid and vicar-daughter-ish. Michael O'Connor, the costume designer mentions that Pettigrew's governess dress was deliberately the styles of governesses a decade before. No doubt to keep the idea of the strict matronly governess look about phenomenal actress Frances McDormand.



Even after the makeover, Pettigrew is still in strong, solid colours with small touches of femininity, beauty and softness. I loved the back of the dark blue velvet gown, did you catch it? Low low slit down the back in high contrast to the decent white frilled vee collar!

I even enjoyed the absolutely cultured, high society wannabe, kittish tone of the upmarket womenswear salon maven, Edythe Dubarry (Shirley Henderson).



But let's talk interiors!

Art deco is typified by symmetry and boy... does this movie deliver!

Setting, London, 1939. Some of the scenes included Ealing Studios, London... the oldest film studio site. Kudos of the highest to Sarah Greenwood, set designer.

We start of course, at the sumptious, starkly quiet lobby of the building we find LaFosse's penthouse in.



The honey tones contrasted with the black marble.. and the signature art deco colours and style. I love the art deco archetype sunburst motif. Very reminiscence of the lobby of the famed art deco historic GE Building at 570 Lexington Avenue, NYC. Complete with lacquer and inlaid wood, polished marble walls and ornate nickel silver sconces.

Read more about the GE Building here.

I love the darkly masculine foyer of the penthouse the owner of the salon Nick stashes his precious Ms Lafosse. It's like the "dark den of iniquity" [words of Miss Pettigrew] where all these gentlemen callers enter. The walls are dark marble paneled contrasted and highlight richly ornate art nouveau gilt mirrors and scones.



I also love the round ebonized table right in front of the foyer with its very unique legs. Not too keen on the typical art deco gilt statue of angels. Then what about the marble staircase with its fine wrought iron banister?



The lounge area is still clearly masculine with dark black accents here and there. I love the strong Art Deco Grecian key motif on the black marble fireplace. Sets a real formal tone in the area which is softened by the French-inspired gold fabric settee and slipper chair and white shaggy rug.



On the mantlepiece is a typical art deco French clock with ubiquitous panther. (Interestingly, above that is another clock flanked by two crystal wall scones.)

Crystal wall scones that litter the place in almost every position! Like in the dressing table area:



For me, what luxurious penthouse is not complete without a black grand piano? The black makes the gold metallic wallpaper stand out and the wallpaper even more luxurious, even more select.

It's only when we trot upstairs do we see a clearly feminine room that is clearly the entertainment boudoir of Delysia. de Gournay's hand painted Chinoserie on silver metallic lovingly covers the boudoir. (And more wall scones.)



I love the quiet intimate white marble fireplace with mirrored surrounds (we never see it lit) and the small art deco clock on its mantlepiece with three silver panthers. I love the floor to ceiling divider between the bathroom and bedroom with its satin silver blue padded and diamond buttons. The bedhead is done in the same fabric... so that divider looks like one enormous bedhead.



And of course, pairs of crystal wall sconces on EVERY wall. I love the mirrored bedside tables and the dressing table mirrors in the dressing area flanked by two mirrored panels in the wall. I think the idea of large mirrors on the wall leaving the bedroom was/is a great idea to do a last minute check before leaving all dolled up for a glitzy night out. Loads of boudoir bling!



Also let's not forget the oh-so-enchanting bathroom scene! Amy Adam looks positively captivating in this scene with her hair up in that pink ribbon.



I love the simple white marble bathtub and tiling with the delicate pressed/depression glass bottles. How dreamy! And check out the koi bathtub hardware so typical of art deco gloriousness! With the open shell motif of the wall, Delysia LaFosse appears like a mermaid from a sea of froth.



There is another mirrored side table identical to the bedside tables in the bathroom holding a compote of pink powder puffs and some perfume/beauty creams. The bathroom was white white... but I love the punctuation of colour in the two red Victorian lampshades flanking the sink.

Speaking of lamps... have you been seeing those lamps in the pictures above? So rich, so mood-casting, so alluring... (not my style, but totally adds to the authenticity of the scenes. I love the ones in the pale bathroom!



I love the expensive ooh-la-la Swarovski Glitterbox Lantern that lights up the space underneath the grand piano in Nick's salon between the two main characters-understated luxury, typical of the 1930s!

All in all, a well done period movie, in one of my favourite eras. Love love love Amy Adams and Frances McDormand in it. Love love love the opulent set design.

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Some stills taken while I watched the movie, some stills taken from All Movie Photo.