Have you seen "Blue Valentine"? Run. Put on your running shoes (or sneakers or tennis shoes as I am faithfully corrected so often here) and get to the theatre. If you like to go to movies alone, then I would recommend it. Sit in the back and give yourself permission to have the best cry you have ever had at the theatre. I mentioned in an earlier post how much I liked "The Fighter". When I saw it, even though it parallels so many other boxing movies, I really thought, hands down best movie of the year. I said this to some friends and they chuckled. "No, no. See 'Blue Valentine'." The trailer, ambiguous as it is, resembles a RomCom. However, with leads like Michelle and Ryan, my curiosity mounted. So on Friday, a day I like to dedicate to filling my creativity cup full to the brim with new inspiration, I went to the MOMA for the first time and fell in love all over again with the impressionists and then went to see "Blue Valentine". Before the movie I went to a friend's house in Soho for dinner and wine. Unfortunately my "Bombay Takeaway" took longer than expected and eights minutes before the movie was scheduled to start, we were sprinting through the streets, throwing our heads back in laughter. The last five seats in a row were inconveniently in the front row. After our blissful jaunt, I was pummelled with the raw sense of humanity brought to the screen. These two young actors deserve every ounce of buzz coming their way right now. I haven't seen such strong intentions in two performances opposite of one another in a long time. It was an incredible inspiration to watch their work, as an actor. But I don't think I thought about that until days later. I felt as though I was taken along for the ride through an incredibly mercurial relationship. I connected with them, empathized with them and felt like I was living through the highs and lows of my relationship with Adam all over again. This killed me in the end. But as the kind of masochistic artist I am, I drank it up and allowed myself to grieve. This is art for me. For the Greeks, a tragedy would always conclude with a catharsis, and I desire the same. I saw Alan Rickman and Fiona Shaw, two highly esteemed actors of the theatre world, in John Gabriel Borkman at BAM last week and although I enjoyed myself, nothing resonated with me. I have heard a great deal lately of acting being described as a service. After seeing "Blue Valentine", I believe it more and more.