So, now I know how long it takes me to walk home from work — just under two hours. No buses yesterday, at least not on my route, but I can’t complain; I know plenty of people had a much worse commute. Hope you’re all someplace warm on this icy Seattle day.
Due to weather, I missed the “Burlesque” screening last night, so the review you’ll see in tomorrow’s Times will be from the wires and not from me. Nonetheless, I definitely want to check the movie out, simply because Cher’s in it. (And Stanley Tucci, who’s also a reason to buy a ticket.) There’s just something about Cher — that low, nonactressy voice; that what-the-hell attitude that makes you think she’d be fun to hang out with; that hair and those eyes, which she knows exactly how to use; that mildly sardonic tone that she sometimes gets, indicating that she’s not one to take things too seriously. Cher said in a New York Times interview this weekend that every character she’s played on screen is like her — “I’ve never tried anything more than playing who I am,” she said, and she does it well.
Twenty-three years ago, Cher won a well-deserved Oscar for “Moonstruck,” that delicious romantic comedy about a widow determined that she won’t fall in love again — until the arrival of Nicolas Cage (“a wolf without a foot!”). I love this scene between Cher and Olympia Dukakis, who plays her mother; they’ve got the same style of wry delivery, and they’re hilarious together throughout the movie. (Nice to know that Dukakis, who’s nearly 80, is still acting; she turned up on “Bored to Death” the other night on HBO, and has several movies in the pipeline.)
And then of course, there’s this: