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whooh onomatopoeia ; sound made by swinging swords, arms, legs, and all forms of sticks or poles ( with, or without metal appendages )in martial arts movies. Sometimes associated with arrows. Usually repeated at least 3 times. whooh whooh whooh

whowh onomatopoeia; sound made by magically flying protagonists and or antagonists, often found in the Wuxia sub-genre of martial arts films, as they hurl toward their enemy, often somersaulting during the approach. Often repeated at least twice, corresponding to…

After watching Le Quattro Volte it was early evening. I walked outside and pulled some small splits from our wood stack in preparation to build the evening fire. I brought them into the kitchen, laid them near the stove, and gathered some dry kindling like I always do.

I opened the stove door, and delicately shoveled the top layer of fine ash and dust and carefully deposited it into the ash pail beside the stove like I always do. The…

It's been decades since I last watched this, and I wasn't entirely sure if I liked it that much back then. Lise picked it for Neighbours Thursday Movie Night, and I thought it was a good choice going in simply because of the Lemmon / Matteau chemistry.

Yes, the two are a perfect pair. Lemmon cranks up the neurotic annoying ... but that's the character. The contrast with Matthau's casual grubbiness is the point, and this time I noticed how…

Lise was bowing out of the weekly movie night with the neighbours, so I picked something I hadn't seen since it's release. I both Lise and I loving it, and being amazed because we both hated Sandler.

I didn't anything about it.

Oh my goodness it's quite a bit darker than I . While my memory from back then was that Sandler turned in a terrific performance with some element of schlubby, and some element of seriousness. I…

I vividly seeing Eyes Wide Shut for the first time. It was opening day back in 1999. I went in with a mixture of anticipation and sadness. Anticipation because Kubrick had pronounced this to be the best film he’s ever made. Sadness because I knew it was the last time I would see a Kubrick for the first time.

After the show was finished, my friend and I walked to a café. We barely spoke about it. I was…

Before my parents married, my father was studying to be a concert pianist at the Canadian Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto; the upper echelon of musical academies up here in the Great White North. Before that, while still at home in New Brunswick, he would spend his weekends playing in a swing dance band; This is where he met my mum. He spent his weekday evenings practicing at home.

My grandfather, a colonel in the Canadian army, advocated his…