With any luck (or ambition), I will actually make it out of the house this weekend to see (in order or importance): Fay Grim, a new film by Hal Hartley, who made my number one favorite movie of all time, Trust, which is still even after 17 years not available on DVD; Once, an Irish movie about Irish musicians that Loren and his Irish-lovin' company have been creaming their pants over for months now; and 28 Weeks Later, which I hope will be as confusing as Japanese horror films so that I have an excuse to stay connected to the teenagers.
Next week, I intend to post a long overdue and epic entry about the aforementioned Trust, which I own a tattered video copy of; about Hal Hartley, who answers my fan mail to him; about his wife, who was in a play of mine once, which Mr. Hartley attended and suffered through because he had the flu; and about how great or not great Fay Grim is, a movie whose fate in my court of opinion remains unknown, given the fact that I rail against popular opinion and do not think Henry Fool is Hartley's most accomplished film. But I've seen the trailers for the new one. Parker Posey in an espionage movie? I am so so rooting for it.
—Reporting From Glendale, California