R's rue

  I was in my 20s when I saw Klute. It was probably run late at night on channel 4 and I remember then thinking it was a class act. I revisited it today at The Storyhouse and I was even more impressed with this new noir 1971 thriller which broke the mould by concentrating on the characterisation of its main female protagonist rather than the reveal of who was the serial killer. Jane Fonda excels as the call girl Bree Daniels, a bright, intelligent woman who clearly understands her motivations in life. Through some revealing monologues with her pragmatic psychiatrist we see Bree take control of her call girl life where mysogyny and sexism controls her acting life. This existence is suddenly complicated by the appearance  of a strong, and passive private detective ( a doe eyed Donald Sutherland)  who is investigating the disappearance of one of Bree’s supposid tricks and Bree has to confront proper and normal emotional attachment as they embark on a tentative and so...

Smooth feet and pedicured toes. The podiatrist chair. I didn’t want to go at first, but at the end I was so glad I completed the task. If I let my anxiety subside, I can lay back and enjoy the process. My feet are callous free for the first time in a year. This brings me to thinking that what I just put off as mere annoyances were actual impediments. I’m learning that my anxiety and fear has jackknifed my happiness in so many ways.  I shouldn’t withstand annoyance, perceived or otherwise, when there are easy remedies. God, You keep Showing up In each chair In each room And saying I’m with you What’s the problem Don’t you feel better I love your feet Now you must  Do the same from R's rue https://ift.tt/3yOPPCR