Jesus, it's still depressing two days later. We should have the U.S. Women's team out there instead. Nothing I've heard from the players in the past two days can give me the remotest assurance that we won't get trounced similarly by Italy on Saturday.
After dilly-dallying for far too long with two foreign films that I was never going to watch, I managed to pack them up and send them back to Netflix. (To be fair, I tried watching one by Wong Kar Wei, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind). Netflix rapidly sent me the next item in my queue — Lumumba, by director Raoul Peck. I came upon thi sfilm by chance. During a moment of downtime I saw in the Post that there was a free lecture on filmmaking with Raoul Peck at Howard University. It was nearby, so I went. Interesting guy. Born and raised in Haiti, father from the former Zaire (now Democratic Republic of Congo). The film is about the DRC's first prime minister, Patrice Lumumba, who was instrumental in the country gaining independence. He lasted two months before being ousted and executed by his countrymen with the support of many Western nations, including the U.S. A nice directorial debut.
In the United States, the television networks have marked the beginning of summer by freeing us; we'll have to wait until the fall to see new episodes of Lost, ER, and 24, and we've said final farewell to Everwood. The NBA playoffs are down to 2 teams, the first week of the French Open has come and gone. My small summer television pleasures are usually limited to watching the U.S. Open golf tournament in June, the British Open in July, and the PGA Championship in August, but in 2006 I've been given something precious. The World Cup has arrived. It is a joyous summer. Continue reading →