A Girl With a Sword

here in this hollow

You can hear the concert Colin Meloy played in Virginia tonight on NPR's "All Song's Considered" page starting tomorrow. I knew it was going to air live tonight, but I was too wrapped up in Jan Svankmajer's Otesanek to remember. Now that is one movie that will make you never want to have children. Right from the beginning when they're fishing the babies out of a tub of water, wrapping them in newspaper, and selling them to women, I knew that this was going to put me off babies for a while. Don't worry, it's not a realistic movie about selling babies on the black market, it's surreality at it's best, a retelling of a Czech folktale about a childless couple. The husband digs a root out of the ground, carves it to look like a child, and gives it to his wife. If you've read any folktales you can guess the rest, of course it comes to life and is a monster and of course it starts eating people. And after watching a movie about a tree that eats people, what can a person watch but a movie in which Keanu Reeves embarasses himself with every line. No, not Matrix Revolutions. My Own Private Idaho. Liked the movie, still don't like Reeves. This movie is in no way the sequel to Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, not like Constantine. Alright. Also, I noticed an unexpected resemblance between My Own Private Idaho and The Decemberists's song On the Bus Mall. Which brings us back to Colin Meloy. Right 'round, like a record, baby.