Name a book that you want to share so much that you keep giving away copies:
I have given this book to too many people to count. It makes me cry when someone I love is reading it, so I have to leave the room. Its such a simple and beautiful tale and I love the story as to why Munsch wrote it.
Goldberg Variations by Glenn Gould. Not one piece per say...but is IT!
THIS is how to play the piano. When I listen and watch him play, I know why I love playing piano, even though I don't do it anywhere near as much as I would like to. I have always admired the way he plays...not only is it perfect, but he is transported by the music. His whole body plays the piano. He was also a bit of a fruit bat, but most geniuses are, aren't they...
Name a film you can watch again and again without fatigue:
This list is extensive because...well...I love re-watching movies-its like they are old friends!
32 Short films about Glenn Gould-perhaps a bit of a theme here?
Colm Feore is brilliant in this, which is why he remains one of my favourite actors. A fabulous example of true Canadian Cinema for a true Canadian genius.
I can actually say most of the lines in the movie along with the actors, somewhat like a deranged Monty Python fan (Hello...my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die). I have seen this movie an insane amount of times...it is the ULTIMATE "I feel like crap and I am not leaving this couch even for a house fire" movie.
This movie, more than any other I have seen, is really about true love. About letting go, holding on and that gut wrenching feeling one gets when in love. This is the movie that made me a fan of Alan Rickman and put Juliet Stevenson on my top actress list. I sold shoes to her and I almost fainted I was so excited. It makes me sad that no one knows who she is and that very few people have seen this movie.
Name a performer for whom you suspend all disbelief:
Daniel McIvor. LOVE him!!!!!
Name a work of art you’d like to live with:
Name a work of fiction that has penetrated your real life:Boy's Life by Robert McCammon. I have never been a 12 year old boy, but I am pretty sure if I was, I would have been this kid. This is the only book I have ever read that made me weep at the end, not because it was touching (because seriously, I weep at the drop of a hat), but because it was over and I wouldn't be reading it anymore.
Name a punch line that always makes you laugh:
Mallrats...Brodie, played by Jason Lee, walks directly into a metal beam-totally random.
"Where the hell did that come from? What's going on here?"
It loses something in the translation, but it KILLS me when I see it.