I am surely in a friend & food coma while you're reading this. Happily so! This Thanksgiving
I'm grateful for all of you. You keep coming back daily to read the latest cinematic musings here at The Film Experience. Obsessing on the movies is really meant to be a team sport so I appreciate the fine company. They don't make movie theaters with one seat in them.
So thank
you for being here daily from all over the world -- not just the States -- with an especially amorphous shout out to readers in Canada, the UK, Australia, Brazil, Germany, Spain, France, Mexico and The Philippines. You've always been supportive. And a big hug to my
magical elves contributors who've really helped keep the blog going during a difficult year.

Normal programming resumes tomorrow but I must give thanks to the following sources of cinematic happiness at the moment: ambiguous endings, Liz & Monty, the canine ensemble in
Valentino The Last Emperor, Colin Firth's spontaneous tears, Brad Pitt speaking Italian, cross dissolves, Viggo,
Klute, Trudy Kockenlocker, Daniel Day-Lewis's salacious line readings in
My Beautiful Laundrette "in my experience it's always worth waiting for Omar", Cary Grant, Alexandre Desplat, Penélope Cruz's breasts, "It twirlllled up!", Joseph Gordon-Levitt dancing,
Gilda, that closeup of Jake Gyllenhaal,
Heavenly Creatures' Mario Lanza fixation, Emmanuel Lubezki, Abbie Cornish's aggressive but amateur flirting in
Bright Star, "Bingo!", Debbie Reynolds and cake in
Singin' in the Rain, Nicole Kidman framed through the DP's camera in
Nine,
Dogville's set, that ornate black disc hat in
Chéri, Tilda Swinton in black mask, the family cat in
Mrs. Miniver, Ingrid Bergman's liquid closeups in
Casablanca, the way Jeff Bridges runs his fingers through his hair or across his guitar or under Pfeiffer's dress, Meryl as Karen
Silkwood, Paul Newman as
Hud, silent film intertitles,
The Awful Truth, "My Husband Makes Movies" and
All That Jazz.
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