It’s getting cold outside and we became moviegoers again, Ting and I. The first memorable movie was District 9 (well… Bruno.. but I cannot talk about it) -awesome. I asked myself how the people left behind (the Aliens) are being helped, since it seems that it’s designed to make them stay behind in a controlled manner. I’m thinking Africa and I don’t like pictures of thin babies with flies in their eyes made to make us (them) feel sorry. Then we watched Inglorious Basterds. It made District 9 not so awesome. Some seriously good acting, humor, and violence -a Tarantino. We got out of the theater with shocks in our heads, a mark of approval, yet something bugged me. I thought a little too much shock was caused by the violence rather than the other good stuffs. Yet it triggered a revival of interest in Tarantinos. Having already seen the Kill Bills, we promptly set out to rent Pulp Fiction, mistakenly thinking it was the first movie we had missed. I saw that the traits were the same, but that his technique (and taste for violence) had certainly developed in the past 15 years. I had to conclude. I would pick the “first” rather than the last for its simplicity. Noting that we had to wait for Reservoir Dogs, we saw Big Fish. A storyteller’s fantasy from Tim Burton. We had to take the time and argued a little bit, we interpreted that we should enjoy life like an adventure until the end, without getting distracted from reaching our true goals. I have to say that I like Pulp Fiction more, but it has been a long time before Big Fish when a movie really moved me.