Well, it looks like it’s going to be a rainy last week of summer around these parts. As Hurricane Ernesto moves through NC (twice, maybe even?) we’re supposed to get at least five inches of rain over the next few days. Yikes! Get out the ark. Oh, well. I guess there are worse ways to end the summer. Although I was kind of hoping to do it in a pool, a cool drink in one hand, a hot dog in other. But I guess galoshes and umbrellas work too.
Speaking of weather and hurricanes, last night I finally finished watching Spike Lee’s documentary about Katrina that recently aired on HBO. It’s about four hours long, which is kind of a time commitment, so I watched it in chunks, and I have to say it was so well done. Really moving, and emotional, but also just covered the scope of the story in a way that seemed really fitting now, a year later. It seemed like at the time we got SO much information—which happens in every disaster, the media onslaught—so it was good to be able to sit back and just see the entire story unfold again, without the chaos of all the reports coming at once. Plus I really liked that they focused on the people of New Orleans, and not solely how the media encountered them. All in all, I recommend.
Then again, I am a documentary person. When we first signed up for Netflix, documentaries were ALL I put on my queue (this was before I discovered, and became obsessed with, Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars. And Six Feet Under. And…oh, right. Documentaries!) Among my favorites? Capturing the Friedmans, Hoop Dreams, Super Size Me, The Eyes of Tammy Faye (narrated by RuPaul, hello!) and a bunch more that of course I can’t think of right this moment. I haven’t yet seen Grey Gardens, which is supposed to be great, and while I liked March of the Penguins I didn’t think it was as good as everyone said (see yesterday’s entry about too much hype).
I’ve always kind of thought it was odd I liked docs so much, considering one reason I love TV and movies is that they are total escapism. Documentaries are just the truth. But with both, you are stepping outside of yourself, I guess: the difference is whether the story you’re watching is real or not, and maybe it doesn’t even matter. Anyone else’s story can sometimes be an escape from your own. I mean, look at blogging. Me going to the post office? So boring to me. But when I read an entry about someone else’s day—say, Dan Renzi—I’m fascinated. Just goes to show that other people’s lives are infinitely more exciting than our own. Otherwise, US Weekly wouldn’t be in business, right?
Finally, speaking of truth, I just have to comment on this, which someone left a link to on this page yesterday. Is it advertising? Fanfiction? I have no idea. Do you?