It looks so good that I can forgive Mariah Carey starring in it and forgive that Oprah Winfrey has her name written all over it. I cry at most movies, but a trailer? This is how I know I need to go see Precious.

Like everyone else in the world, I can’t wait to see ”Where the Wild Things Are.” I loved the book — almost as much as I liked In the Night Kitchen and Really Rosie, two of Sendak’s other masterpieces.  Like everyone else, I love that “Where the Wild Things Are” is dark, adult, strange. I love that Arcade Fire is doing the soundtrack. I love it all so much that I considered sewing myself a white suit with a hood and putting a crown on for Halloween.

My favorite book of all time: In the Night Kitchen, by Maurice Sendak

This weekend is the beginning of the SF DocFest, conveniently located in my neighborhood. Documentary films are really the only kind I’ll take a chance on in a festival, because most often the subject is compelling (or educational), even if it’s not done well. They have a great website that allows you to create your own schedule (and even a scheduling wizard that checks with your existing iCal for conflicts — and suggests alternative showtimes). Oddly enough, the film I am most excited about is called Dust and Illusions, about the history of Burning Man. Even though I’ve been to Burning Man and really love it, I usually avoid everything Burning Man in San Francisco due to people’s cult-like obsession with it here.