"Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling"

I watched High Noon tonight. That's a great film.
Gary Cooper has a steely-eyed look mixed with worry, fear, and resolve throughout the story. Although that may have been due to his bleeding ulcers and severe back pains. Nevertheless it's an amazing performance that earned Gary Cooper an Academy Award.
It's also stars Lloyd Bridges and Grace Kelly in one of their earliest movie roles.
The history of the film is just as interesting as the movie itself. It was an allegorical tale against the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) during the Red Scare. John Wayne called it "the most un-American thing I've ever seen in my whole life." Strangely enough Wayne accepted Cooper's award for him since Cooper was unable to attend the ceremony.
Also, High Noon was edited in an attempt to present the story in real time. Take that Jack Bauer.
But perhaps one of my favorite pieces of the movie is Tex Ritter's (the late John Ritter's father) Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling. The video below is a version of the song. Take a listen:

Video: Alma

Wanna see a beautiful digital short film with a slight hint of creepy?
It's got some winter elements in it, but I wouldn't call it Christmas-y at all.
It's by a former Pixar artist named Rodrigo Blaas.
Enjoy.

Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo.

Video (Christmas 2009 #27): Labor of Love

Labor of Love by Andrew Peterson; preformed by Jill Phillips.

This is an incredible song.

Labor of Love

Andrew Peterson

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It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David's town

And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night

So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love