One of the many things we watched while on house arrest was Cold Souls. I'd been wanting to see this for quite some time so I'm glad Laura was into it. There's lots of movies to choose from on that On Demand list, so the temptation to watch a chick flick was there, but the snow does funny things to you I guess. Cold souls was cool. Pretty much, Paul Giamatti plays himself, a successful yet disturbed actor who, at the time is trying to fight his way thru the weighty Russian tragicomedy, Uncle Vanya. When it all becomes too much for him to bear he takes extreme measures. After stumbling upon an ad in what else, The New Yorker, he decides to relieve himself of his soul and store it in a cold storage facility. It's all quite impressive and official, altho a concurrent sidestory assures you that all will not be well.
Russian double agents, soul trafficking, gross interpretation of Anton Chekov abound and make this movie a trip. Being John Malkovich comes to mind, just for the expansion of reality and the lack of opportunity for the viewers to call it into question. The movie balances just the right amount of drama and comedy and quality story telling. I liked it, and not surprisingly, because it's based off a dream that Woody Allen had about his soul looking like a chickpea. I think mine would look more like okra.
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