I have been trying to tell charming husband for years that there is something to this spatial orientation stuff and that some of us have a sixth sense about direction. Charming husband is very dismissive of this theory because
(a) it annoys him like crazy that at any given time (i.e. on road trips) I know where we are and what direction we are facing even if it is pitch dark. My dad and grandmother also share this sense and are equally adamant that is exists. [Notably, charming husband is always lost and never able to admit it. Rather late in life I have learned not to be right (that being right stuff a very annoying habit) and further to try to enjoy getting side-tracked. This is a metaphor.]
(b) it annoys him even more that I am extremely picky about the orientation of any bed I sleep in as if my head is not north I feel as though I am going down hill (I know I know this is completely illogical even if one does have a strong spatial sense and is able to feel the pull of the magnetic field.). [This little quirk drives charming husband completely bonkers and no hon, he argues, this neurosis is not evidence of OCD. If you had OCD our house would be clean.]
Now, back to the main road and the topic of the day—escape at the movies:
As a kid I couldn't get enough of John le Carré's cold-war novels and thus it is with great anticipation that I await Tomas Alfredson's Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spy (Nov. 2011 US release date) with its fabulous British cast including Gary Oldman as Smiley and Tom Hardy as Ricki Tarr.
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And this one is not necessarily an escape, but Max Manus is a film that I have had on my "must see" list for a long time; for some reason mention of it is popping up everywhere this week The synopsis and trailer are below:
After fighting against the Russians during the Winter War in Finland in 1939, Norwegian soldier Max Manus (Aksel Hennie) returns to a German-occupied Norway. He joins the resistance movement and becomes one of the most important members of the so-called “Oslo Gang,” soon confirming his reputation for audacity by making two daring escapes from German captivity. He eventually reunites with his best friend Gregers Gram (Nicolai Cleve Broch) in Scotland, where they receive special training as saboteurs with a pan-national resistance movement, after which they are parachuted back to their homeland. While there, Max and Gregers lead a mission to sink German supply ships in the heavily guarded Oslo harbor, a spectacular act that leads to severe retaliation from the local Gestapo leader, Siegfred Fehmer (Ken Duken).
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And, despite the fact that the Mission Impossible franchise is hit and miss (and that I, along with all sane people, have a crazy love/hate relationship with Tom Cruise), mission #4 with its inane subtitle, Ghost Protocol, looks intriguing:
And finally, I remember as a young girl having one of my first crushes on Michael York when he burst on the scene as D'Artagnan in Robert Lester's 1973 version of The Three Muskateers with a cast that included the incomprable Raquel Welch as Constance, Oliver Reed as Athos, Faye Dunaway as Milady de Winter and Charlton Heston as Carindal Richelieu. Here's a nostalgic look at that slapstick trailer:
The 1993 Sheen, Sutherland, O'Donnell version just didn't do it for me, but the soon to be released 2011 Muskateers (trailer below), directed by the "other" Paul Anderson of Death Race fame, has me intrigued if for nothing more than Orlando Bloom's saucy grins.
Heed the metaphor. Stay oriented.
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