Snobbin: Beautiful Trash in the Pop Culture Gutter

Film Twenty Three: When Pigs Fly (1993). Quirky is the word of the day in my reviews and apparently as all-too-common of a description of the films in this challenge. Sara Driver's indie ghost story fits that word to a tee. Minor key characters, particularly a fun turn by Marianne Faithfull as one of the ghosts, mesh with the supernatural as a jazz musician inherits a haunted chair that leads him on a quest to help the ghosts and perhaps assuage his loneliness. Like Baraboo , one of the first films I watched, despite being a slow character study, When Pigs Fly contains oodles of charm that makes up for the pacing.

Film Two: Baraboo (2009). Mary Sweeney, best known as David Lynch's editor, directed this offbeat, yet surprisingly straightforward, character study set in a fictionalized and unrecognizable Baraboo, Wisconsin. The film's beautiful cinematography accurately reflects the beauty and heartbreak of rural America, but there is not enough plot to make this one more than a slow-moving curiosity.

"One’s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things." --Henry Miller. Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch (1957). "I'll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don't choose. We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us. There's nothing to do but salute it from the shore." -- Cheryl Strayed. Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love from Dear Sugar (2012). We just moved to Arkansas so I could start my new teaching job, loading our belongings into a car and a 26-foot truck, trying against all odds to get rid of junk to make the move easier. While I did get rid of books and other nonessential items, the truck was packed (to the gills as the expression goes). I know, first world problems, right? There was barely room for anything else, and when we arrived in Arkansas there were a few damaged items. I...

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches-Baudelaire To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches. Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/c/charlesbau204622.html?src=t_cemetery