Watching Nim's Island last Sunday did not trigger this week's weekend crush. Two days ago, I finally saw Little Man Tate, Jodie Foster's directorial debut. The movie tells the story of 7-year-old prodigy Fred Tate and his mother's struggle with his intelligence. Jodie played the mother, Dede, who did not know how to deal with having an extremely smart child and Dianne Wiest played a scientist specialised in prodigies. I enjoyed the movie, the acting was good and it was well written. The pace was slow, which I guess is typical for a movie from that time (1991) and even though I'm not used to this, I still enjoyed it.
I think that Jodie Foster is extremely smart herself. Her interviews seem that way, even though she rarely gives much away in said interviews. She guards her private life as thoroughly as possible, which seems very logical given her history (John Hinckley). Jodie is a mom to two boys who were conceived through a sperm donor. I guess we all know that Jodie is playing for my team, but she has never really admitted that, which is fine to me. Her relationships are not really anybodies business except for the people involved. I somehow always feel uneasy when I read about her relationships because we will probably never really know what is true and what isn't, so I prefer not knowing anything at all.
"Normal is not something to aspire to, it's something to get away from."