Flying shirts and Falling Bodies

The other night I rented and watched some glum independent film about people living in Manhattan. The male director and male scriptwriter put together a story in which the very attractive lead actress found redemption through a degrading sexual act, which reminded me of Veronica Geng's hysterical "Ten Movies that take Women Seriously", with synopses of fictitious feminist films by male directors such as "Annie get your Shogun" in which "an aggressive young girl...asserts her independence by by sailing to Kyoto and horsewhipping a samurai because she doesn't like the cut of his jib. She falls in love with the American Consul...but fails to marry him because she is ornery".

Anyway, cleared my brain by watching the wonderful film "Thirteen Conversations about one thing", unfortunately released within a few days of 911. A number of characters consider what it is that makes for a good life (hint: it's not chasing happiness). John Turturro plays an emotionally distant but passionately self-absorbed professor, Clea Duvall plays a sunny housecleaner who wants to go to Greece. She's the character with the escaping white shirt. The two characters never meet, but all the stories are connected.

Edit: If you've read this far, and if you have a DVD player that can accommodate an old school video tape, and if you're in the U.S., let me know if you'd like me to send tape on to you after Mina at the flower store finishes watching it -