It's hard for me to sit through a two-hour film most of the time. I rarely go to the cinema, and this is one of the reasons why. So, at home, if I watch a film, I sit for about 20 minutes, then get up and do soemthing else. i may come back to the film later on that day, or the next day.

But last week I watched a film (in two parts, of course). It's one of those artistic types - the kind my brother wouldn't be caught dead watching. It's titled "The Tango Lesson". For the lovers of tango, it is perfect, especially if you're the type who aspires to learn and perhaps dance the tango with a partner at some club over in Argentina. Ok, I'm getting carried away, right?

Anyway, the film follows the life of an English filmmaker who aspires to learn the tango (oh really?). She takes lessons from a famous tango dancer, with whom she also develops a friendship and shaky, unclear love affair. The film takes us through her journey of learning to dance. It has been set up as a book of chapters, only each chapter is numbered as lessons: The First Lesson, The Second Lesson, and so on.

Completely in black and white, except for the scenes from her mind as she writes films, one gets to experience the full body of the dance as it develops in this small-statured woman who, although being older than him, finds in the Argentinean dancer not only a sense of challenge at the intellectual/artistic level, but also a companion for her lonely heart.

It's a great film to see. Sally Potter does a superb job of acting in her own work. I realize I've made this sound like some film critique. That wasn't my intention. In any case, these strange films are what I like to see. I should go down to Club Sociale again and see if they any more documentaries Sunday evenings. Anyway, I'm itching for more salsa dancing as it is.