that title is a line from one of my favorite movies, enchanted april. maybe i should read the book. if there is a book. anyway, i went to the gene siskel film center for the first time and i went alone, which hasn't happened in a while. i went to see I Remember You, which is an uzbek film from 1985. it was good. it was dreamy and artsy in a way i didn't think central asians could be. sometimes i think art is a luxury of the upper classes, but i guess uzbekistan was a pretty developed area.
the movie's about a dying mother who wants her son to go to russia and find the grave of his father, who died during WW2. she needs some of the dirt from the grave to go on her grave. he doesn't want to do it, but she makes him. he's a vet, which i don't think they even have in the kz, and he takes a week off and takes the train to where his father was buried. the journey is interesting, filled with new people and customs. i'm not sure if the movie would have been as good if you didn't know central asia.
i learned that i still understand russian, although i needed the subtitles. i also learned that things haven't changed much since 1985. it's kind of nice. and, that uxbek men are hot, but i already knew that. this guy was a fox. there was also an nice sequence with a fox running through the snow. a real fox.
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