the last homecoming

My wife and I just finished an excellent Cypriot movie called "The Last Homecoming" (2008). Set on Cyprus in 1974 on the eve of the Turkish invasion, it's a story of erotic and political passions that strain family ties and abrade the scars of historical wounds. What happens when your communist brother has sex with your fiance, who has an ambiguous tie to your mother's former lover (for whom your mother still harbors an attraction that grates on her dutiful husband, your father) , who is a partisan of the nationalist Greek junta that staged a coup in 1974 in such a capacity kidnapped and imprisoned the brother who cuckolded you? A lot, especially when it turns out that the girl from whose perspective the whole story has been narrated is a Turk forced to live behind the line established between Turkish and Greek Cyprus that continues to divide the island today. Highly recommended, especially because, though shot in 2008, its colors and cinematography look exactly like movies from the early 70s, the way the colors and light seem so softened and blended, especially in the movie's many gorgeous shots of the Cypriot beach. It's enchantingly historiated, as the word goes.

About running. Why talk about movies when you can say something about running? I read an article about the second place finsiher in this year's Zatopek 10k in Australia. He used to be a 190# party guy, and now he just took second in a world class track event. Well done. Amazing how we can recover from our vices, isn't it?

I ran 10.3 this morning--towpath to a hilly road outside of town, then back. It was cold but I enjoyed the run. Got out at 6:26 and reined in as much of the day as I could. Wrote in the morning, read in the afternoon. It's been a fine day.

Now my wife and I are going to watch the Lars von Trier movie Medea. We think the whole idea of "Jason" and the Argonauts is fucking hilarious. If "Jason" leads the Argonauts, are they all named Brad, Justin, Todd, Kevin, Matt, Brian, and Ryan? What the hell. "Hey Jason, how long till we're there?" "Fucking chill, man. Put on Joshua Tree. The CD's in my bag."