Favourite Films » I Remember Mama (1948)

For as long as I could remember, the house on the Larkin Street Hill had been home. Papa and Mama had both been born in Norway but they came to San Francisco because Mama’s sisters were here. All of us were born here: Nels, the oldest and the only boy, my sister Christine and the littlest sister Dagmar, but first and foremost I remember Mama.


Favourite FilmsFiddler on the Roof (1971)

As the good book says, if you spit in the air, it lands in your face. 


When the Picts come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Etain, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now she hunts Romans. Now we are the prey. [x]