I forgot to mention that we also went to see Django Unchained. I think I am going to say I liked it but I'm not going to recommend it to anyone. I think Christoph Walz is a brilliant actor and I'd probably go see anything he was in. Jamie Foxx and Leonardo DiCaprio were great in their roles too. And I love Tarantino's way with dialog and music. Few do it better.
That said, I spent a large portion of the movie looking away from the screen, and there were a few more times I wished I had. And I'm just having an issue with the theme of vengeance. I know it makes a great story, and you get to root for the "good guy", but at what point does exacting revenge become just as awful as the initial violence? Almost immediately, I think. I'm afraid I'm just getting to the point in my life where I want to be surrounded by more love and kind hearts, and regardless of how excellent the other components of a movie are, it's hard to get past all the bloodlust.
Along those lines, we did watch something last week that I thoroughly enjoyed: Fry in America. Stephen Fry is another actor/director/author/comedian/etc. who I would go to see in anything. This was a series of six shows where he drove a London cab through all 50 states. Obviously, he didn't have long to spend in each one, but he found something interesting about every place (except Miami. He couldn't find anything good about Miami). The show was fun mainly because Fry is such a decent guy. He finds the good and the funny and the quirky in everything (except, of course, Miami). It's a thoroughly enjoyable show, and I loved it.
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Why go looking for the worst of things when peace and beauty are so much sweeter?
We've become way too blasé about violence, and that troubles me. And here's what I especially don't get: the other night Mick had one of the Bourne movies playing on TNT, and I was idly watching it while working, and I noticed they had cut out all the bad language, even substituting "gosh darned" for "goddamn" but the violence was intact in all its glory. I start to worry when the sight of a naked human body part or a 'bad' word is more troubling than a guy getting his head blown off with an AR-15.
I'm not sure I could find a lot to like about Miami either. Except Cuban sandwiches, maybe.