Luckily, I am still able to come up with corny headings in Tina's absence.
Some extra little bits on Sunshine, an interesting Ebay item, and some much missed eye candy (from this collection of pics I haven't seen before) ^.
By Michael Wilmington
The mother-daughter team of Harris and Ehle are joys from beginning to end. (Our last views of the elderly Valerie are devastating; we simply don't want her to leave.) And there are fine smaller performances throughout: by de Keyser and Frain, by Deborah Kara Unger as Ivan's adulterous lover, and by William Hurt as a Jewish Stalinist cop tragically caught in a web he helped to weave.
From The New York Times
But fortunately, and thanks largely to Mr. Fiennes, Jennifer Ehle and Rosemary Harris, the film pulls away from such obviousness and views the lethal unreason of the past hundred years with gravity, humor and, most remarkably, with something like sanity.
In spite of it all, the film leaves you with a sense of quiet, chastened grace, as embodied by the older Valerie, played by Ms. Harris, who is Ms. Ehle's real mother (the two actresses might share an Oscar, just as Mr. Fiennes might have to compete against himself). ''She was the only one of us who had the gift of breathing freely,'' her troubled grandson remarks, and ''Sunshine,'' at last, honors that gift.
Here's an item from Ebay: it's a program from the Variety Club Awards, signed by Jennifer Ehle.