Judy invited us over for supper Friday night, a spontaneous gathering to mark the blizzard. (It was a blizzard for Nashville, anyway—eight inches is epic in these parts.) Soup: delicious. Company: neighborly, and in that lucky thing that happens in Nashville sometimes, a music industry veteran was in the mix who had tales aplenty. I can never hear enough about the music business.
Walking home, we were mesmerized by the blanket of quiet that had fallen on our neighborhood. The transformation of suburban front yards, the frosting on every twig of every tree—we don’t see this very often. Everybody becomes young again. Out come stories of sleds and snowballs and the kid who slid into a mailbox, and we all remember when it seemed to snow a lot more than it does these days.
I’m craving snow movies. Here’s a batch for every possible taste. Links are to Amazon, where these can all be rented. Netflix streaming noted when available.
Dr. Zhivago. Epic doomed Russian revolution romantic snow.
The Shining. Stanley Kubrick superscary snow. (On Netflix streaming, too.)
Fargo. Creepy Coen Brothers snow.
March of the Penguins. Morgan Freeman-narrated snow.
Encounters at the End of the World. Documentary snow. Always challenging filmmaker Werner Herzog goes to Antarctica to meet the people who are willing to live on the edge. (On Netflix streaming, too.)
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Suspenseful Daniel Craig Swedish snow.
Finally, the best snow movie of all time:
Groundhog Day. Bill Murray living the same day over and over, trying to win over Andie MacDowell.
Would love to hear more snow movie ideas—this is a deep, snowy category.