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Three Movies ~ One Director

Today I would like to talk a bit about Lasse Hallström. I don't know how it is in other households but in mine, Lasse Hallström, is a well known name. I think fondly of the beautiful, artistic, and unique movie's of his I have seen. For those of you that don't know, he is a director. I haven't seen all his work, but there are three that stand out that I have seen. The first is 'Chocolat'. I feel like most people have at least heard of this movie if not seen it. A charming story of a chocolatier and her many adventures in a small French town. It's very reminiscent of ' Babette's Feast' if you have every seen that. "Chocolat' has a whimisical dancing feel that makes it a joy to watch over and over again. 



The Second film is 'An Unfinished Life'. This is my personal favorite of his, in part because the lead actor is Robert Redford. The story of two old men who have been friends for decades who suddenly have to care for Redfords young granddaughter? That's a recipe for a good movie if ever I heard one. This is a highly emotional thought provoking story with amazing acting!











Lastly, there is 'Salmon Fishing in the Yemen'. The movie that inspired this post. After watching this last night it brought to the forefront of my mind Hallström and his unique directing talents. In line with the two previous movies, 'Salmon Fishing in the Yemen' was filled to the brim with beautiful panorama shots, fantastic detail, and a thoughtful use of color. I found it to be a delight to watch.













Every one of these films is worth watching, at least once. The sheer beauty of the shots and angles would be reason enough to watch but the story and emotion make them stand out in my mind. If you have seen any of them and would like to chime in feel free! There is never anything wrong with a second opinion.
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