On another birthday

The brother sent two films, one sparse and comic and 60s, the other also 60s but juicier and which features Joan Baez cussing.

The former was one of the movies I first latched onto when I realized that movies were more than just a reason for popcorn. The Graduate while not a current favorite has its moments even if I have to wonder what I used to like about this particular Mike Nichols movie.

The latter is a Scorcese documentary, supposedly. I like this one mainly because I get a kick out of seeing the Love and Theft-era Bob Dylan and his beard.