coolidge corner theater – *the gratitude-a-thon

youth-poster I saw the most astonishing movie yesterday. It was poignant and funny, and thought provoking, and explored something we all suffer from: getting older. I know I’m always going off about movies, but really, this movie was one of the best things I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Not kidding, or exaggerating, even a little. I’M NOT.

It’s called Youth.

Michael Caine and Harvey Keitel are the main characters, who are both at the top of their games at 82 and 76 respectively (which all alone gave me a lot of hope about getting older). And Paul Dano, Rachel Weisz, and Jane Fonda are in it, as well. Oh yeah, and the Swiss Alps, with all their fertile natural beauty, and kockout views.

And it just so happened that the Coolidge Corner Theater, where I saw it, was giving Jane Fonda an award last night, so she came and did a Q & A after the movie, which was really fun. She is smart, warm, at ease, and has no attitude. She is also so insanely young looking, I could be mistaken as her great grandmother. But more importantly, Jane has so clearly not allowed age to diminish her. This is what I’m after. To remain relevant and vital and curious until the end.

It was a perfect afternoon. Just perfect.

chin091515BlackMass_liv1 — Harvard Street meets Hollywood.

You know how I love movies and celebs, and red carpets (and by the way, fashion alert: we here at the gratitude-a-thon, meaning ME here at the gratitude-a-thon will be watching the Emmy’s Sunday night for red carpet grading Monday morning), so isn’t it just stupid that I didn’t go and wait for the cast of Black Mass, who was in town last night to walk the crimson rug and view the new film at our very own Coolidge Corner Theater? There was helicopter traffic, it was such a big deal, and I didn’t go. What a loser! Anyway, Johnny Depp and Dakota Johnson (of 50 Shades of Gray fame), and Jesse Plemmons of Friday Night Lights, were all there, not to mention my actress friend and, director of my kid’s plays Shannon Lee Jones and her hubby. Hollywood in the hood. Wonder what Whitey was thinking?