This hit so close to home. My mom died of covid in NJ while I was out in Florida working. I didn't get to say goodbye. I wasn't there to help my family greive or help with planning. I was just a zombie working that week counting the days till I could come home for the funeral. I can't stop crying over this because I feel like this all the time. I realized how often my mom tried teaching me to cook and I never wanted to because of my own feelings about patriarchy and how she only wanted to teach me because she saw me as her daughter when I wanted her to see me for who I was. Now I regret every second I didn't listen to her. And no matter how hard we try nobody can make her food like her.
Is this the same Susannah Perkins from the movie Snakeeater? I just watched that and googled the name to see what else she had done. What a talented/amazing actor! BTW... I can recommend that movie if you're the least bit into 'dark and spooky.' Even if the plot takes you to some very familiar places with some familiar techniques, it's a visually interesting film with cinematography tricks, old and maybe some new too. I'm no cinema expert by any means, not even a knowledgeable novice, for me it was fun to watch, especially when it slipped into gritty film noir like scenes, used weird lenses, and moody night time/low color almost black-and-white shots to set the atmosphere.
The Big Bad Wolf is laughing his ass off chewing on some finely cooked pork. Edit: With his arm around Red Riding Hood "See it's always the nice guys. They reel you in."
