Lisa Yee and I for more than a decade had a friendship that was entirely virtual, but we met briefly for real last year at the Eric Carle gala. Now she’s moved to vaguely in our neck of the woods, and the other day we went to the MFA for lunch. We mostly talked about food, not foodie-food but potato chips, and whether they were a vegetable.
The best part of our visit was seeing (some of!) “The Clock,” which Horn Book publisher emerita Anne Quirk took me to briefly last month. I didn’t really know what I was looking at when I came in cold with Anne, but then I read a bit about it and was eager to see it again. Again isn’t really the right word–see more of? It’s a movie literally collaged from a billion other movies, operating in the viewer’s real time. If you look at the screen at 4:00PM (which is when Lisa and I entered the extremely comfortable tiny theater) you’ll see characters on the screen for whom it is 4:00PM as well. A few minutes later, you’ll be seeing entirely different characters for whom the hour has just passed. But then you might come back to characters you’ve seen before (in the 45 minutes we watched there were four or five cuts from Wait Until Dark, brrrr). At the same time (oh ffs) the film tells its own story, as viewers are drawn to make connections among the disparate clips. It’s seriously great and you all have got to go. See you there at 2:00AM.