October 2007 Archives
Wow, what a day! Sunday was sports sensory overload day, for this dyed in the wool New England sports family - first a day at the football stadium, followed by our second World Series triumph in four years. Very nice!
I have season tickets to the New England Patriots. Well, I don't have tickets all by myself, as I am part of a consortium of 10 who share 6 season tickets. We have been doing this since the early 90s, back when you could actually get tickets. These days, I guess there is a 50,000 strong wait list for them!
So one share gets me three pairs of tickets. Up until this year, I had two shares, so I could be sure to get four tickets to a single game during our annual selection. But I agreed to give up one share as long as we could arrange somehow for four tickets to a game if I didn't get one during the picks. Well, I didn't get them during the picks, but I bought another pair from a fellow shareholder so our family game this year was the 4pm game against the Redskins on October 28. I prefer 1pm games, and certainly earlier in the year, but we once again lucked out, as the weather was a spectacular Fall day - cool but sunny, with some wind.
But I messed up. I've been doing this for too many years to get sucked into the traffic hell that is Gillette Stadium, yet somehow, an hour before kickoff, we found ourselves stranded in traffic. I'm not sure what kind of brain cramp I had, as I have a perfectly serviceable side road to get there in no time, but I didn't take it. So we got to the parking lot only 30 minutes before game time, leaving us no time to fire up the grill and get into the tailgating, disappointing everyone.
But we got into the stadium and saw our New England Patriots kick some Washington ass from one side of the field to the other. Supposedly a team that promised to offer some competition, but instead all they did was whine about the Pats "running up the score", which is, of course, exactly what you are supposed to do in a professional football game - score points. If you don't like it, just stop them once or twice.
But the side effect of a lopsided victory was that, despite our usual exit after three quarters, the traffic was completely clogged. And to top it off, our usual side exit strategy from the lot was blocked off by cones, so we had to go into the traffic with everyone else, making for a two hour drive home, when it normally should only take about 45 minutes. A traffic disaster from the start, which definitely took the edge off the excitement. But the girls didn't seem to mind, as they got to scream all day, each plenty of junk food and in general have a great time. R called it "the best football game ever!" (our kids are prone to hyperbole...)
So we listened to the start of World Series Game Four, with our Red Sox going for their second straight four game Series sweep. This year, it was a much easier post season to watch. After all the heartache that was healed during the 2004 championship season, it was nice to just ride along with the team in a "baggage free" postseason. It was a likable, professional team, with some real shutdown pitchers and Jon Lester, who only a year ago was diagnosed with cancer, pitching the final game. Great story and great ending.
I was watching it on DVR but realized as the end of the game loomed that I had better fast forward or I might hear some celebrating going on. But I was only in the middle of the ninth inning when I heard some fireworks going off and I turned to my wife and said "Well, that answers that!"
We should have taken the girls out of school yesterday and gone down to the victory parade. It was another gorgeous fall afternoon and, as my sister said, what would they remember more, a day in school or a day cheering on the Red Sox? But the youngest stayed home due to a sore throat and my wife is completely against taking them voluntarily out of school, so we just watched on TV. According to the newspaper, it was probably a good thing, because I guess the subway was completely jammed for hours.
Boston.com has their Top 50 Scary Movies, posted a couple of years ago. I'm not a huge horror movie fan, but I did start watching them from the top. In fact, my very first Vox post, done Aug. 15, 2006, was about watching The Ring, number three on this list. Ju-on (the Japanese original of The Grudge) was a great scary movie. Really really creepy, even if the director/writer seemed to lose track of time in this chronologically twisted movie. I did also watch Dawn of the Dead but found it one of the worst movies I have ever watched. For the life of me, I can't understand its huge following. It was badly filmed, badly acted and if there was any symbolism, it was lost in the laughable storyline. A terrible terrible movie. I guess Evil Dead II is up next then, but I don't have much hope for it.
50. "Arachnophobia" (1990)
49. "The Innocents" (1961)
48. "The Other" (1972)
47. "Freaks" (1932)
46. "Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2" (2000)
45. "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" (1971)
44. "The Wicker Man" (1973)
43. "The Blob" (1988)
42. "28 Days Later" (2002)
41. "Ghost Story" (1981)
40. "Rosemary"s Baby" (1968)
39. "The Brood" (1979)
38. "Eraserhead" (1977)
37. "Amityville Horror" (1978)
36. "The Devil"s Backbone" (2001)
35. "Jeepers Creepers" (2001)
34. "Pet Sematary" (1989)
33. "Open Water" (2003)
32. "Nightmare on Elm Street" (1984
31. "The Fly" (1986)
30. "Salem's Lot" (1979)
29. "Gates of Hell" (1980)
28. "Altered States" (1980)
27. "Session 9" (2001)
26. "Scream" (1996)
25. "Mothman Prophecies" (2002)
24. "Videodrome" (1983)
23. "Seven" (1995)
22. "War of the Worlds" (1953)
21. "Saw" (2004)
20. "Event Horizon" (1997)
19. "Janghwa, Hongryeon (A Tale of Two Sisters)" (2003)
18. "The Silence of the Lambs" (1991)
17. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" (1974)
16. "Hellraiser" (1987)
15. "The Changeling" (1980)
14. "Jacob"s Ladder" (1990)
13. "In the Mouth of Madness" (1994)
12. "Jaws" (1975)
11. "The Exorcist" (1973)
10. "Quartermass and the Pit" (1968)
9. "The Shining" (1980)
8. "Halloween" (1978)
7. "Evil Dead II" (1987)
6. "Dawn of the Dead" (1978)
5. "Alien" (1979)
4. "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" (1978)
3. "The Ring" (2002)
2. "Ju-on" (2000)
1. "The Thing" (1982)
Movies in Bold are ones I've seen.
High Fidelity is a good movie about relationships and I was glad to pick up my own copy. I have since read the book and found the book to be as enjoyable as the movie. Given the current World Series run of the Red Sox, I need to watch Fever Pitch again, and read the book, which I haven't read (and is, I guess, actually about a fanatical soccer fan). I originally wrote this review in March 2005.
High Fidelity is the Stephen Frears (director) / John Cusack (writer/producer/star) movie from 2000, based upon the Nick Hornsby book of the same name. It is about a man who ruminates on his life, loves and losses, as he struggles to grow up and stay involved. A pretty solid movie all around, and a real feather in Cusack's cap, as he was involved in so many pieces of this production.
The movie starts with Rob Gordon's (Cusack) live-in girlfriend Laura (played by Iben Hjejle) checking out of the relationship, one she finds at a dead end, due to Rob's inability to change, or even more basically, grow up. While Laura has matured into a successful lawyer, Rob remains stuck as the owner of a backwater used record store. After she leaves, Rob begins his countdown of his personal top 5 breakups.
While reliving these memories (and talking to us), his life goes on. His record store has two employees who, he says, he hired to work 3 days a week but started showing up every day. Dick (Todd Louisi) and Barry (a bravura performance by Jack Black) are also record junkies as well as musical snobs. Dick is a shy, withdrawn guy, while Barry compensates for him by being over the top and in your face. There is an especially funny scene when a man tries to buy a light pop record for his daughter and Barry browbeats him right out of the store.
Laura continues to float in and out of Rob's life, while Rob plays catch up with some of his former lovers. He also has a quirky relationship with a local pop singer Marie De Salle (Lisa Bonet). He struggles to make it work out, and seems to have life under control by the end of the movie.
This is a real fun, light movie. There are some excellent scenes, and lots of "name" actors helping out, including Catherine Zeta-Jones as the "out of his league" girlfriend, Tim Robbins as Laura's fling, and even several big names that ended up on the cutting floor, like Harold Ramis and Beverly D'Angelo. John's sister, Joan has a great turn as the friend caught between Laura and Rob, while even lesser Cusack brethren Susie (sister) and Dick (father) show up. There are several laugh out loud scenes, even if Rob is a bit of a selfish loser, but at least he's working at it.
Another notable component of the story is, of course, the music. I can't even imagine the difficulty and cost of obtaining the rights to all the great music to be found in this movie. There are over 60 songs listed in the credits! The cost for the rights to these alone could probably float many smaller countries. And it's great music too - what a soundtrack album this movie would make. There is a definite love of modern music shown by all involved.
The DVD is pretty solid, with pretty good Dolby Digital 5.1 sound and a good picture. The extras a pretty thin. There's a bunch of deleted scenes (the only place you'll see D'Angelo and Ramis), which only go to show you the director is usually right in cutting them. D'Angelo's turn as an embittered wife trying to sell off her philandering husband's priceless 45 collection is pretty good, and is one of the rare spots that show Rob not being selfish. And there are some talking head interviews with Cusack and Frears, that I haven't quite entirely waded through. And that's about it.
Well, I really enjoyed High Fidelity when I first saw it a year or so ago, enough so that when I saw it on the cheap at my local grocery store, I picked it up. There's some good, albeit dime store, psychology happening, some nice one liners, and Black's over the top job as the record store dweeb. Well worth a visit, I say!
Posted to the Bosox mailing list, another poem to the Red Sox, as they open up the 2007 World Series tonight in the cool drizzle of Boston:
The Boys of Autumn
Home of the great green monster
The house that Ruth abandoned
Empty now as the Boys of Autumn
Fly to the mountains,
Trading Indian Summer for Early Winter
Game Three I see in my mind surreal
Twelve inches of fresh snow just plowed from the field
Papi looking like a jolly Santa in his red snowsuit uniform
Manny being Manny to the Colorado press
And Dice K again put to the test
Determined as hell
Tough as an Ipswich claim shell
Wearing his short sleeves and cotton cap despite the chill
Unruffled that the ghost of John Denver sang the National Anthem
The Rockies Organization claiming not to know
That Dice K's mom dated Denver when he was touring Japan
At Coors, the air is thin
Back at Fenway, the fog from Boston Harbor
Has moved in
While the Ghosts in the rafters
Wait for word of a win.
-- Kate Troy
What a day in New England sports history yesterday! The undefeated Patriots rolled into Miami to face a winless and demoralized Dolphin team that aways gives them fits. And then on to Game 7 of the ALCS, where the winner of the Red Sox / Indians tilt gets to take on a redhot Colorado Rockies team, winner of 21 of their last 22 games.
First up was the Patriots absolutely destroying the minor league Miami team. They truly look like a team on a mission to not just win every game, but to demoralize their opponent every game. The two touchdown passes to Moss were simply amazing examples of what he can do. I'm just about ready to rescind my pre-season prediction of the "good" Randy Moss showing up for the first 6 games or so, then going off on his own and getting cut before the end of the season. The guy has simply been a model citizen and makes plays that no other wide receiver could.
I have to admit to some trepidation as they went in Miami. During their last Super Bowl run, the Patriots went into Miami to face a one win team, and they were 11-1 themselves, yet they lost 29-28. And then last year's fiasco, where they were shutout, 21-0. But not this year. The 49-28 can of whoop ass they opened up on the Dolphins wasn't nearly as close as even that wide margin would indicate. And as the near victory by the Texans, after being down 32-7 in the fourth quarter, showed, you just can't let up on an NFL team. And as Jason Taylor said, if you don't want them to run up the score, don't let them score! I loved Belichick's reaction when he was asked during the post-game press conference about "running up the score". He scoffed and couldn't have been more derisive when he said "C'mon, it was only the first half! Listen, I was at the same game as you."
Next week should be another good test before the Game of the Century in Indianapolis the week after that. We're going to see them play the Redskins, Sunday afternoon at 4. The Washington team is supposed to be among the cream of the NFC crop, admittedly week comparison. I hope for good weather!
And then it was the long wait until the first pitch of the Red Sox / Indians game 7. And then three straight inning ending double plays (each with a runner on third), meant the 3-0 lead felt shakier than it should have, especially with Dice-K pitching, who was described perfectly as a "power nibbler". But he seemed to have his stuff and despite a shakey fifth, left with the lead after five. Then the game entered the twilight zone, with bizarre plays on boths sides of the ball by both teams. Dropped pop flies, runner getting held, collisions and other stange October goings on. But then the Toy Cannon (with apologies to Jimmy Wynn) went all medieval on the Indians, with a two run homer and a bases clearing double, so the goggles went on and the champagne was popped.
Wow, what a sports day! I know there are plenty of folks out there that just don't understand sports, but there just isn't another feeling like this, when "your" teams are rolling and the good times are here. My girls think the Red Sox go to the World Series (and win!) every year, while the Patriots are perennial Super Bowl champs. My, what a long strange journey it has been since I started rooting for them in the 70s. And my oldest asked if she could watch the World Series game, but given that the first pitch isn't until 8:30, I told her it was going to be too late, which is a real shame. I don't know how old they will be before they watch their first post-season game. They did see some of the opening round, because some games are in the afternoon, but they've never seen a World Series game.
A prayer to be said before tonight's big game against the Indians:
RED SOX PRAYER
Our Father, who art at Fenway
Baseball be thy game.
They Kingdom come,
Playoffs need to be won,
On Earth, then on to the Cask 'n' Flagon.
Give us this day, a perfect Papi,
And forgive us our losses,
As we forgive those,
Like Bill Buckner.
And lead us not, into desperation,
But deliver us from any losses.
For thine is the Power,
And the Glory,
To beat the Indians,
Forever and ever. The Yankees suck
Croupier was up in the DVD player last night, and it turned out to be an excellent film noir-ish movie about gambling, a favorite movie subject. Starring Clive Owen, most recently of James Bond fame, this independent British flick got some good reviews over here and I can see why.
Jack Manfred (Owen) is a writer struggling with his first book. Supported by his live-in girlfriend, he nonetheless takes a job at a local casino as a croupier at the recommendation of his father. This eventually upsets his girlfriend, who wants to live with a novelist, not a dealer in a casino. She leaves him, comes back, he gets involved in some kind of robbery plot and eventually pens a bestseller based upon his experiences.
Jack is the ultimate observer, even right down to his own life, watching it as if from above. His darker alter-ego, Jake, gets him involved in shady plots, but some how he keeps seeming to bounce back. He wonders about the motives of others, as well as his own motives. He never seems to reach a conclusion though.
A very interesting and dark movie, about a subject I am fascinated with, gambling. I love to gamble, although I haven't been to a casino in a couple of years. I could see how it could get addicting, an addiction Jack struggles to overcome and an addiction his father succumbed to many years before. Jack has some poignant, as well as strident, views on gamblers, and in general thinks the losers.
Another movie with a voiceover, but this one worked very well, as it came across as Jack reading from his novel. There was the interesting catch that you could never be sure whether it was his book or his life he was talking about, as they often came very close together. I enjoyed how he talked about himself in the third person, as the detached observer he really was:
Jack: [voiceover] A wave of elation came over him; he was hooked again... watching people lose.
Jack: [voiceover] Chapter 3. His existence was forming an interesting of pattern of betrayals. Sometimes he was unsure whether he was the betrayer or the betrayed.
Director Mike Hodges and writer Paul Mayersberg have fashioned an excellent crime drama, one that is an interior view as much as anything. The DVD was not only stripped down (no extras at all), but also had a very mediocre 4:3 picture, although it does look like a widescreen version is available now. Despite the video and audio shortcomings, I highly recommend the movie to any crime drama fancs.
A few comments on some library books that will be returned soon:
- This Mighty Scourge : perspectives on the Civil War by James M. McPherson. Very interesting book containing a set of essays by the eminent (and Pulitzer Prize winning) Civil War historian, on various ideas, both right and wrong, about the Civil War. One is on the attempt by (mostly) Southern historians to ascribe the basic cause of the Civil War as something other than slavery, like the "states rights" canard. Very nice destruction of this falsehood. Also an interesting article on Harriet Tubman, as he tries to cut through the mists of time and get to the "real" Tubman, and also explores reasons why she is so well known, when there are other, perhaps more worthy, examples of Underground Railroad heroes. Very good book.
- The Politics of Truth : inside the lies that led to war and betrayed my wife's CIA identity : a diplomat's memoir by Joseph Wilson. Very good book that I just couldn't finish, as is typical of most books that spell out the incompetence and outright evilness of the current administration. What a life that must be, as a diplomat living in various countres for a couple years at a time. I thought I moved around a lot as a kid (born overseas, and lived in more houses than I was years old until I turned 10), but my moves were all in the US and mostly in the Northeast. If you have a stronger stomach than I to read through the lies and deception of the rulers today, you will enjoy the entire book, I'm sure.
- Because I'm the mother, that's why : mostly true confessions of modern motherhood by Stephanie Pie. My wife is really enjoying this humorous look at being a Mom.
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Wow, time flies these days doesn't it? I can't believe it has been 5 days since my last post (six since my last public post). I haven't really been watching any movies, as there is too much in the sporting arena going on here in Beantown. The Red Sox are in the ALCS, although the Indians look very tough. And the Patriots are setting a slew of records while demolishing foes, both easy and supposedly tough. It all points to a huge showdown in Indianapolis, on November 4. The Pat play in Miami this weekend, which is always tough (they lost 21-0 there last year), and against the Washington Redskins in Foxboro. The Redskins game is our annual "family game", where all four of us go to the game. The girls love it, as it is the one place where we actually encourage them to be as loud as they want. These days, the stadium is a very nice place to go, and we have a "family restroom" just up behind our seats, whichis great for the girls.
Michael and I did finish the fourth season of The Sopranos. It was a very languid story arc, without too much controversy. Some surprising deaths but mostly a very domestic season. As the creator David Chase said in his commentary for the finale, this season concentrated on the marriage between Tony and Carmela. Chase mentioned they had a real problem with the Carmela character, who seemed too smart to ignore the source of their money. It's the biggest cliffhanger of the finale.
So I guess we'll move back to Lost. This is for our post-computer game watching. We watched the first season of Lost last year, although Michael has been keeping up with it on TV (neither of us has watche The Sopranos). I don't watch "regular" TV at all, so I'm pretty out of the loop. I found the first season to be interesting; interesting enough to watch the second one anyway.
Speaking of Solaris, here's my original review, written in April of 2003. As I said in my review of Soderbergh's version, it is a true epic, but really more of a comment on its length, as opposed to its scope. It has a very short focus, on just a few people, like a narrow yet deep stream. Talking about it so much makes me want to see it again. There are plenty of spoilers in the review ahead, so watch out!
Solaris is director Andrei Tarkovsky's science fiction opus from 1972, and is considered a masterpiece of Russian filmmaking, along with several of his other movies like Andrei Rublyov. But to call it a "science fiction" movie is not doing it justice, as Tarkovsky was interested in much more than merely bringing Polish author Stanislaw Lem's novel to life. In keeping with a common thread running through all of his movies, Tarkovsky was examining the relationship of Man, Nature, and the inner self more than merely giving a view of the future.
Kris Kelvin (Bulgarian actor Donatas Banionis) is a scientist being sent to a space station orbiting the planet Solaris, who is to decide if the station should be kept funded. Its mission is to investigate a possible alien life force found on the planet, seeming to emanate from a vast "ocean" on the surface of the planet. In the 20 years of investigation, nothing conclusive had yet been found. The movie begins with a clash between Kris and his father, who are on the 'what is the benefit now' vs. the 'what is the long term benefit' sides of the arguments. Kris views a film of Solaris' discovery, brought to them by the pilot of the ship in question, where the pilot talks of seeing strange sights in the "ocean".
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Upon arrival in the eerily quiet and messy space station, Kris begins to see things have gone awry. The scientist he previously knew is now dead, supposedly a suicide, while the other two scientist exhibit some very strange behaviors, furtive glances, and elliptical speech patterns. Then things get really strange when a woman shows up in his room, and we later find out it is his long dead ex-wife, Khari.
It turns out all the scientists have been having the "visions" or apparitions even, showing up, their own personal dreams or nightmares being manifested by the ocean. Kris notices small inconsistencies in the apparition of his ex-wife, played by the beguiling 22 year old Natalya Bondarchuk, daughter of Tarkovsky's mentor, Russian actor/director Sergei Bondarchuk, like the fact that her dress doesn't properly untie, indicating perhaps the alien intelligence is just playing with the humans.
Each of the scientists react in their own way, and the movie continues to explore the human drama, especially as Kris begins to thaw out and feel his emotions more. It is particularly wrenching, because Khari, as Solaris' creation, cannot leave the space station and also knows of the vast differences between her and "real" humans, and continually becomes despondent over it. Kris proclaims his love for her, but she doesn't believe it to be real, and tries to kill herself again (turns out she died of in a suicidal depression after the marriage broke up). But she is an immortal as well, which adds even more to the long list of differences - she heals at a fantastic rate and always comes back, whether she wants to or not.
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It sounds very confusing, and in many ways it is. The movie is told at a slow, deliberate pace, as can be seen by the fact that Steven Soderbergh's 2002 remake clocks in at about half this one's 165 minute playing time. But it still feels as if every shot has a meaning that can be discovered if you give it time. And there are many wrenching scenes of heartache and what it means to be a feeling human being, making the journey well worth it.
The DVD, which Criterion has re-issued in its usual stellar way, is really nice. The picture is pretty sharp after all these years, and the sound and music crisp and clear. Included on the DVD I received from Netflix was a commentary track by two Tarkovsky scholars. I watched this track immediately after viewing the movie, and it really helped me come to grips with the symbolism rampant in every scene. I think watching it again without the commentary would be even more enlightening. The package is a two DVD package, but I'm not sure what is on the other one, as Netflix sends out each DVD in a multiple DVD package as a separate rental.
Time to get back to Trifle, I think. Been kind of spinning my wheels on various other projects and, while I'm sure no one else cares, I do write this blog for a reason - to keep track of what I've been reading and watching. I've been very lackadaisical adding to it, and it is time to get fired up about it again, as I have been reading and watching, just not documenting.
First up are the movies.
I first heard about The Dead Girl after reading about it here on Vox, although I'll be damned if I can find that original posting. I find Brittany Murphy to be the cutest actress going today (oh, those eyes!). She was huggably adorable in Little Black Book and, despite being the murder victim in this movie, I was looking forward to seeing it.
And it was a pretty good show, all in all. The movie follows three intersecting story arcs in a very interesting fashion. The stories sort of overlap and intertwine, and are told in a chronologically twisted fashion. There were some great performances by veterans like Toni Collette, Giovanni Ribisi, Mary Steenburgen and even Piper Laurie. In the end, though, I'm not convinced everything hung together as tightly as it should have and in the commentary, the director (Karen Moncrieff, also the writer) mentioned how a lot of it ended up on the cutting floor. I'm also not sure of the motivations of the wife, and what she was doing.
But I love films that play games with chronology. Movies offer a unique opportunity when it comes to jumping around time and I find the ones that do it well to be some of my favorite movies. Memento is one of the best known, as it also plays games with memory, but other great ones include Run Lola Run, with its three versions of the same time span, and Betrayal, Harold Pinter's fascinating exploration of a failed relationship, told backwards in time. Even my all time favorite movie, Casablanca, plays games with time, albeit in the more straight forward fashion of using a flashback sequence. But by doing that, it lets the characters be more mysterious in the beginning, as they allude to times in the past that will be explained to us a little later in the movie. This makes repeated watchings a must, as that is the only way you can follow the interwoven dialog.
Next up was the HD disc of Goodfellas and, while it was miles better than The Departed, it was still only okay. It did have the most annoying voice over of all time, though. I just wanted the narrator to shut the hell up already and let me watch the movie. I'm really beginning to detest voice overs. They just pull you out of the "now" of the movie too much and don't seem to let anything visual take precedence. And while The Sopranos isn't perfect, maybe it has jaded me to other mob flicks. We're just about to finish up the fourth season, and it has been a pretty languid pace for the entire season, but they still seem like real, albeit not very pleasant, people. The gangsters in Scorcese's movies seem to all be cardboard pinups, and all too "movie-like". Just not all that much fun.
My most recent Netflix DVD was Steve Soderbergh's 2002 Solaris remake starring George Clooney. Now I really enjoyed the original Solaris, the classic 1972 Russian film by Andrei Tarkovsky (whose Andrey Rublyov was also an epic masterpiece). A long, languid movie on memories, emotions, and human nature, it isn't a movie for everyone, but I surely got into its flow and really enjoyed it. The Criterion DVD had an excellent critical commentary that opened up much of the symbolism from this 2 1/2 hour epic.
The American remake by the Soderbergh/James Cameron team strips the original of much of its languorous feel and goes straight for the mystery that is Solaris - ho and why it conjures up real memories of the space station inhabitants. Told in a pretty straight forward narrative (while the original does much more chronological hopping), it was okay but paled in comparison with Tarkovsky's masterpiece. You might be better off viewing them in opposite order. Start with Soderbergh's film, as it is sort of the Cliff Notes version and then settle in for the true masterpiece that is Tarkovsky's.
Sorry I can't seem to add pictures to my MP3s any more. Haven't heard back from Vox since I sent them an example.