I'm Not Talking Prada

I do not speak Prada as Isla Fisher says in her movie promo, but I wouldn't mind speaking Hugh. Hugh Dancy that is. Yummy!

A Prescription for j a s o n

I hope your cough gets better.

Milk

This is not a review of Milk as much as it is a change of heart concerning Sean Penn. I'll be the first to admit that when I saw Mr. Penn in "At Close Range" I was not a fan. I may have been a fan of his unnaturally huge biceps, but not a fan of his acting or his personal escapades.

Fast forward to "Dead Man Walking" and I was able to see a more vulnerable side of Mr. Penn. I felt his character's regret and fear.

Some years later, "Mystic River", or "Mystic Pizza" as I initially typed it, showed his over-the- edge fatherly side, but it was a bit over the top. He received the Oscar that year, but I believe it was more for his body of work than for this particular role.

Finally, here we are in 2008, and he's in "Milk" where he truly transforms himself into someone who is not anything like the persona Mr. Penn has worked so hard to conjure. He's soft. He's caring. Hell, he's gay! I believed him in this role. I fell for him in this role. He convinced me. I believe Mr. Penn. I believe.

The Thorn Birds, Oh My!

Is it just me, or is it hawt up in here!?

I'm having a Thorn Birds' moment. This is Fr. Jonathan Morris and he's a talking head on Fox News. Too bad.

Coming Attractions

My Favorite Things list.

The Little Yellow House and Being A Tourist in N.O.

MILK (not Mother I'd Like To Kiss, please!)