My mom, who is getting a bit forgetful, told me that if she forgot the title and went to see it again I have her permission to put her in a home.
Mao’s Last Dancer is so moving that I even teared up at times. I’d give it 3 and 3/4 stars–and a great recommendation for anyone who likes dance and US patriotism.
Join me at the Cambridge Science Festival Cambridge Innovation Center Open House (or attend a myriad of other events) through May 3.
Each photo was snapped at a moment of seeming profound interpersonal understanding, of relationship, of trust between photographer and subject. Those those moments are shared with/experienced by the viewer.
Last night, I got back from an art opening, turned on the kitchen light and a mouse (I hope) the size of my loafer ran across the counter top, dropped to the floor, continued across the room and disappeared under the stove.
I screamed (no meek “eek,” this time).