Win Some, Lose Some

We went to see our third movie in the Washington Jewish Film Festival last night, "El Cantor", a French movie about an American cousin who returns to Le Havre to see his reclusive father, the son of a renowned cantor, who gave up music after Auschwitz. But there is much more to the movie than that. Or should I say, much less. None of the characters, the returning son (a weird guy in his 50s), his meek dentist cousin, the dentist's severe Berliner wife (whose psychoanalysist father just died), the "tropical Jew" chanteuse, the father of the returnee, seem real or consistent or credible. We just did not like this movie.

Luckily, it was preceded by a surprisingly good dinner at Cafe Deluxe (the movie was at Bethesda Landmark) of lamb shank and sea bass, and was taking place as the Capitals were beating Ottawa 6-2, for their fourth victory in a row.

As to "El Cantor", all I can say is:

Go, Caps.