Quote de jour
"Floats like butterfly, stings like a bee."

 That sums up my feelings about the film, The Secret Life of Bees based on Sue Monk Kidd's best-selling novel of the same title. I'm always nervous seeing film adaptations of wonderful books, for good reason. The films often don't live up to the magic of the book. My fears were brushed aside instantly by the lush, nostalgic cinematography. Within the first few minutes, the film sucked me into 1960's civil rights era in Georgia and didn't let go. The film is sweet without being sappy, but do bring a box of tissues. 

A group of five or six African Americans sat directly behind. They talked back to the screen in a running commentary, in accents more authentic than the actors. "Ooh, that's nasty, he DID not! You go girl! Uh huh, She looks good in that purple dress, Oh yeah! nooo, sob..." Normally, I would have shushed them but this Greek chorus added real emotions. They didn't just watch the film, they were a part of it.  Any writer or director could not have asked for more. I predict Oscar nods.