Nicholas Cage seems to do the classic (although now somewhat uncommon) practice of making a highly commercial movie to pay the bills, followed by a more interesting, more arty film. Lord of War
is one of those artier films, but it has the ability to cross over to audiences who don’t normally think of themselves as enjoying such movies. Think of it as the Goodfellas of gun-running.
Lord of War is a blend of comedy and drama, weighted on the dramatic side, telling the whirlwind story of how a boy from Brighton Beach became one of the world’s biggest arms dealers. The movie moves too fast for us ever to learn much about most of the characters, but the actors are mostly up to the cast, sketching out their characters in a few quick strokes that suggest hidden detail the viewer never gets to see.
In particular, Jared Leto plays Yuri’s younger brother who is tormented by the morality of their livelihood. Leto sinks his teeth into an arguably underwritten role and serves as the canary in the moral coalmine.
Cage is his typical mix of manic and obsessive in a role where both work, and Bridget Moynahan is radiant while still bringing gravity to her role later in the film.
The movie has no easy answers for the moral questions it raises.
A solid recommendation for fans of intelligent crime movies, Nicholas Cage and Bridget Moynahan.
It’s been a while since I last talked about the kittens, and I know everyone is dying for an update, so here ya go:
They’ve completed their final shots of the vaccination series, and I’ll be making an appointment for them to get “fixed” (I’m unclear what this entails — Do they get their tubes tied? A kitty hysterectomy?) in February, which seems like gallows humor, coming as it does in the same month as Valentine’s Day.
In the meantime, they’ve gotten much bigger, as may be obvious in the latest of Jenn’s photos. Lucky in particular seems to be almost adult, which a muscular body and good coordination and a generally mellow temperament. After so many years of having an elderly cat around, it’s a little bit of a shock to have one who’s all sleek muscle and killer reflexes.
Her sister Hanna is lagging behind her, developmentally. Her body still feels like a frail little kitten’s body, with a little bird’s rib cage and lower weight and less muscle mass in general, although the vet says she’s still within the range for a “runt” cat.
Hanna makes up for it in other ways, though. In the best possible light, she’s athletic, adventurous and a real go-getter. In a worse light, she’s a defiant little brat. I will come out of the study to hear soft feet hit the kitchen floor and see Lucky streak off to hide behind something so she can’t get squirted by the water bottle. Hanna, on the other hand, will be sitting in the kitchen sink with a “what are YOU gonna do about it” air about her. (Squirt her with the squirt bottle is the answer.) I’ll chase the kittens away from something, and while Lucky will go do something else, Hanna will be trying to sneak back to the scene of the crime seconds later.
Of course, nature plans for this: Both kittens are very lovey dovey, to prevent angry male ogres in the household from turning them into mittens. The kittens seem to have conspired to divide us up and work on us individually. Around midnight, Lucky will jump on me each night, purr-purr-purring her head off, then start licking my face like crazy. It’s odd, but certainly endearing. She’s also very mellow, in an older dog sort of way, which is exactly what I like in my pets.
Hanna, on the other hand, dotes on Jenn who, in turn, dotes on her. This reaches a fairly strange peak every night (or perhaps morning) around 5 a.m., when Hanna burrows against Jenn’s neck, licking and kneading and mewing and (once in a while) nibbling. If Jenn blocks her with sheets or a sweater or something, Hanna will nestle up against her neck and go to sleep. It’s completely odd, especially as Hanna is a maniac the rest of the time.
When I go over to the Ellis Truss yard, Patch and Penny are enormous and quite emotionally mature (i.e. not maniacs), and they’re only about six months older than Lucky and Hanna. So we’re riding out the worst of Hanna’s craziness (about half the time, Lucky follows along, but she rarely seems to lead in mischief, only in play with toys) and enjoying the cute kitten stuff (hiding in laundry baskets, falling out of our laps in a deep sleep, chasing a laser pointer or toy mouse or a tail in circles so many times they get dizzy) while we can.
They’re going to be damn good cats. Assuming I don’t turn Hanna into a mitten, anyway.
- Elsewhere, Merlin weighs in on cats and dogs. Warning: naughty language.
Apparently, there are so few people from Guam, you can actually have a Web site called PeopleFromGuam.com. I know this because our office manager, Maria, has a page there. Very MySpace-ish, but with a tropical flavor.
(Fun word to say: Chamorro. It’s the native people of Guam and their language.)
