"Serious. Why does that word keep coming up?"

Go see Breakfast on Pluto. It is charming and beautifully-written story, period, as much period piece, family-friend story, and social commentary as a story about a Northern Irish transsexual trying to find his place in the 1970's. I loved Kitten; he's quite the snarky little escapist, thoroughly true to himself (in a society where that's actually quite difficult; this isn't the modern-day United States where it is fashionable to be pseudo-rebellious and harp on being one of a group that long since established itself a respectable place in society) and anybody who is willing to write erotic stories for a Catholic school assignment wins my respect. Cillian Murphy truly outdid himself. He's an absolutely superb actor, and his performance in this movie convinces me he is of such a caliber that he acts not to fulfill his personal fantasies, but to bring other, very different people intimately to life. He can do sadistic assholes and whimsical, misfit transsexuals with equal dexterity and flesh-and-blood realism. Point in reference, I consider Anthony Hopkins and Tom Hanks actors of this sort. Murphy is more than a pretty face, but goddamn, does he have a pretty face. He's cute with moppish-curly hair. Liam Neeson, also, did an excellent job as the priest, and he's quite the looker as well without that damn moustache-goatee thing he had in Batman Begins.

And, oh, the first song played in the movie was the English version of the Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar opening. That caught me off guard.

I could go into great detail about the meticulous, gritty realism given the Northern Ireland setting and manner in which the civil war was handled (IRA terrorists, per say), but the movie, of course, does this full justice, and I have other things to which to attend this evening.

Like memorizing two pages of Spanish dialogue.