Matt liked “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” and so did I, but I must note: Like one of the main character’s memories, the movie has completely evaporated from my mind. No lingering ideas, no haunting images. Even the day after seeing it, I had only a faint impression of the flick — which is what I expect from, you know, “Hellboy,” but not from a movie that scored 92% on the Tomatometer!
Not so with “Monsieur Ibrahim” (clearly a dud at a mere 89%) which I just saw at the glittering Tampa Theatre. (You know it’s high-class when they spell it ‘theatre.’) A day later, impressions abound: The back alleys of Paris… the whirling dervishes, Sufis that “spin around their hearts”… the whacked-out 60’s rock ‘n’ roll in French… Ibrahim’s kindness… and Omar Sharif’s grizzled, gap-toothed grin.