Radium Girls

You hate a story about a corporate coverup. And you hate it the entire time because you get to know the humans who suffered, and you don’t know if they’ll be around to see justice served. You don’t know how people running these corporations are ok with concealing evidence and deceiving employees and the public about how dangerous working conditions were.

Many, many women suffered.

But they persevered. And they were loved and had tireless lawyers who did not stop until justice prevailed. Until regulations changed.

Their families and friends supported them. Loved them. Spoke fondly of them. And wistfully.


And then other corporations can’t learn from the past and try the same shit.


You hate it.

(But you love it because the story is so important, and its effects extend to our day. And your heart opens to the families of these sufferers.)

I guess there’s a Netflix movie about it. The review this photo came from said the movie could have been better.

More Movies, A Little Music

Just a few more in the past week …

A Man for All Seasons: I could have sworn I blogged about this movie before. I can’t find it, so it must not have happened. That Thomas More, what a man of principle. Stood his ground, defended his faith against the law; became a martyr because of it. The scene where he forgives his executioner before he rests his head on the chopping block? I cried.

Memento: One of my favorite movies. I’ve reviewed it previously, as a way to stall reviewing The Dark Knight. Same director. Similar darkish tones. Different approaches to the storytelling, though. I didn’t cry, but I was all, whoa.

Passengers: Patrick Wilson? Anne Hathaway? Plane crash? Grief counseling? You would think this might be awesome, but IT IS NOT. I mean, I get what it was trying to do, but it unacceptably broke rules regarding dead people and unfinished business. Execution was weak. It’s kind of the writing’s fault. I could have cried for the awfulness, but I have seen far worse movies.

(500) Days of Summer: I liked this, probably because I personally know similar stories to the major relationship in the movie. Sometimes the truth you’ve known all along manages to sucker-punch you. The characters are relatable. It felt a lot like real life. It was funny and melancholy and poignant. I almost cried.

The Dish: Fun. Historical. Hilarious. Particularly enjoyable to watch with certain rocket scientist friends who happen to be extremely fond of Australians. It’s also quite moving. I cried a little.

10 Questions for the Dalai Lama: I suppose this does an adequate job as a documentary. Informative, slanted, but only because it’s inherently political. I liked getting to know Kundun, his manner of speaking, his personality. The interviews were intimate, and the documentarian seemed genuinely interested in the history and culture and non-violence, and he conversed freely, yet respectively with His Holiness. I didn’t cry.

Penelope: Rewatch. I love this movie for two main reasons: 1) The James McAvoy kiss at the end. You know the one. Where Cristina Ricci is at his place and she walks toward his piano, and he grabs her, and awesomely kisses her. I want that kind of a kiss. Now would be nice, actually. It takes my breath away every single time I watch it. And I’ve rewound the scene multiple times, successively, and the thrill just doesn’t fade. That moment brings me to tears. 2)The penultimate song on the soundtrack, the one that isn’t in English? It’s by my favorite Icelandic band at the moment: Sigur Rós. I’ve blogged about another song of theirs before.  This is a video of the song featured in the movie. It’s beautiful. It’s really, really, really, really cool. It brings tears to my eyes. I’ve included the words and translation below. It’s also quite fitting for summer, even though the video is set in the winter. The entire concept deserves an entire entry of its own, but that will have to wait.

Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
Nema þú stendurRennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi inn í okkur
Vill springa út úr skelVindurinn
Og útilykt af hárinu þínu
Eg lamdi eins fast og ég get
Með nefinu mínuHoppípolla
I engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
I engum stígvélumOg ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
Og ég stend alltaf upp

Jumpin’ Puddles
Spinning ’round and ’round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standingSoaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shellWind in
And outdoor smell of your hair
I hit as fast as I could
With my noseHopping into puddles
Completely drenched
With no boots onAnd I get nosebleed
But I always get up

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up

Movie List in the Past Four Days

Movies I have watched lately:

Ratatouille – Rewatch. Interpersonal relationships. And Inter-rat relationships. And food. In France. This made me hungry and repulsed me at the same time. Because of the rats. I cried.

Pucker Up – Rewatch. I love whistling. It’s so happy! You can even whistle Elliott Smith and feel cheerful afterward. This documentary has a bunch of good whistlers under one roof competing for international whistling champion. So much fun. I clapped, but did not cry.

WALL-E – Rewatch, first time in the theater. Some people didn’t like this. I did. The story is solid. Pixar always delivers for me. The animation is great. I cried.

The Color of Paradise – Iranian film about blindness. Or sight. Depends on how you look at it. Pun intended. I cried.

LauraLittle murder mystery with a few fun twists. Black and white. And shades of grey. Vincent Price was very handsome when he was younger. Also, Gene Tierney is gorgeous. I didn’t cry.

La Vie En RoseLong biopic about Edith Piaf, French singer. Depressing. Marion Cotillard definitely earns her Oscar. I wanted to cry, but I also felt a little sick.

Spirited AwayLovely anime with a captivating story and some truly funny moments. Nice morals to the story, too. A lot of vomiting, though. Didn’t seem like cartoon vomit. And, pigs. Lesson: stay out of fantastical Japanese bath houses. I did not cry.

Who Killed the Electric Car?Informative documentary on the history of electric vehicles and maybe a slightly heavy slant on how petroleum-dependent our world is. Also? It would be awesome if we all plugged in our cars. Like toasters. I did not cry.

84 Charing Cross RoadDelightful film. Anthony Hopkins, Anne Bancroft. I was surprised how I fell in love with it from the very beginning. I cried. Jenny the Librarian has since encouraged me to read the book. I can’t wait.

Tonight’s film:

A Man for All Seasons – this will be a rewatch. I really liked it the first time. Goodness is the main character, and I remember how inspired I felt four or so years ago when I watched this movie. I cried. I’ll probably cry again.

Next in the queue:

Tron – Yes, I’m feeling very nostalgic and old-school nerdy. Doesn’t everybody? Make me want to cry.

The Dish – See comment just above. Also, we recently celebrated the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. For those of us who think it actually happened. I might cry.

Princess Mononoke – I like Miyazake. According to some, his work is fanciful. I probably won’t cry.

The Straight Story – I’ve been very interested in seeing this for a while. It’s a drama. I’ll probably cry.