"A little bit of this. A little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. . ."—Anatevka, "Fiddler on the Roof." This is a blog about everything and nothing. A little parenting, a little humor, some poetry, news, essays, a lot of music. I don't want to waste your time, just send positive vibes into the blogosphere. Oh, yeah, my name is Sarah Torribio. Enough about me, how are you?
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Random Musing: On the wonder of James Dean
I so love James Dean. I like the way he inhabits the skin of a role and is always moving, shifting, crouching, leaning, touching. While the plot moves forward, he keeps doing little seemingly unconscious things and can't keep himself still—like he's a child or an animal.
His face is even more mobile, constantly flitting from expression to expression. He laughs and cries out in despair, both, in the, what, three movies he lived to make. And when he does so, he absolutely personifies the famous theatrical tragedy-comedy mask.
—Sarah Torribio
Thursday, March 12, 2020
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