Postcard of the Day

The opera singer, special ed teacher, and artist at the center of the great film Diva (1981), Wilhemeina Fernandez, has died.  I heard about it while cooking last night, cuz I put that public radio show The World (with Marco Werman) on on my little radio, as I tried making a rub for chicken breasts that involved brown sugar.  The chicken breasts came out okay, but they were great for leading me to hear that lovely piece about her on The World.

Diva is among the films I've been looking at on a list I'm working on, with an idea of writing newly about my favorite films, and maybe listing them.  I did a version of a favorite movies list in this blog many years ago, but I've got a lot more life now, and not only have seen more films but have recalled films I forgot about then, and have had my feelings and opinions about those films change.

Seems I'm distinguishing between all-time faves and historically significant (for me) movies, and I might end up talking about both, here, sometime before long.  Funny how I still keep remembering, now and then, one I love but didn't get on the old list, or on my initial revisiting/revisioning of it.  Like how did Local Hero escape me?

I notice that the films I really love, and watch repeatedly, and hold dear, all have heart.  Don't know that I can describe fully or sufficiently what it is that I mean by heart, but (like the Supreme Court person famously said about porn) I know it when I see(/experience) it.  And Diva had heart.  Plus Wilhemenia's character taught me something I've had with me ever since, as it sinks in more and more through the years.  Tell you about that later, maybe.  In the meantime, see the film, if you've not already!  :D