It was a gorgeous day, dear blog readers. Hubby’s starting to water. Earlier, we walked the dogs. Funny, we noticed that if Bella lags too far behind, as lately she does more and more, her arthritic legs becoming less and less able to carry her, Gracie waits until Bella and hubby come within sight before she will proceed. So the walks become longer and longer. But that’s all right, because self loves October, and it is so much fun to see the neighbors’ Halloween decorations: the headstones on the lawn, the scarecrows, the pumpkins, the cobwebs draped across fences and porches.
Self planted a thunbergia gregorii. She said a prayer: Grow.
Hubby’s younger brother returned to New York. Dearest Mum comes on Tuesday. Aunt e-mailed Dear Bro: “I’m sorry for your loss. But you are a survivor. Could you send me Ying’s death certificate so I can get a free airline ticket for your mom?”
That is the kind of e-mail that is only possible in Filipino families. Ying would not have minded, self is sure of it. She would be happy to know that she could still do something to help Dearest Mum, or any member of the family.
Dearest Ying! Sometimes self will remember the time, four years ago, when we visited Angkor Wat. She remembers their faithful driver, who they hired for four days. If self were to return now, by herself, and looked him up, how shocked he would be to learn that the beautiful girl who he drove around four years ago has died. And so would the people who own the little guest house where self and Ying stayed, sharing rooms and meals with a couple from Paris.
Hubby and self watched “W” in the downtown Redwood City cinema. It was long: We caught the 1:30 showing and were out a little past 4. The day was starting to fade. The movie kept self riveted for almost its entire length. There was only one portion where self started to nod off, and that was when the key planners of the Iraq War were holding a strategy session.
Thandie Newton/Condoleeza did not have much to do in this movie except nod and deliver demurely downcast and yet strange grimaces. She was such a hoot! Self could not take her eyes off her, whenever she was on-screen. How did this normally beautiful woman achieve such a transformation?
Rob Corddry played Ari Fleischer. It was a very small role, mostly involving flitting in and out of rooms or trailing worriedly after W as he left a press conference. The actor who played Paul Wolfowitz did in fact look like Paul Wolfowitz, but self doesn’t know the actor’s name. And, hey, what an accolade for Tony Blair: he got to be played by Welsh hottie Ioan Gruffudd.
Jeffrey Wright played Colin Powell and was very good. Toby Jones played Karl Rove!
The whole movie, in fact, was such a hoot. And afterwards, you did see W as a human being, albeit a tragically flawed one. If self closed her eyes and just listened to Josh Brolin’s voice, she could have sworn she was listening to the genuine article, so well did Brolin capture Bush II’s every inflection, his Texas home-boy twang. And, too, it was so nice to see Ellen Burstyn again, playing a very pretty version of Barbara Bush. And that actor who played the farmer in “Babe”, James Cromwell, who’s parlayed that movie into a very long career playing (usually) bad guys, here plays Bush I as the epitome of the disappointed father.
Self thinks it is Oliver Stone’s best movie in over a decade. The theatre was almost full, which self hadn’t seen since watching “Blood Diamond”, almost two years ago, and that had Leo. The audience rarely laughed, but when self looked around, everyone was riveted, absolutely riveted. A young woman to self’s left sat on the edge of her seat the whole time. Presumably she, and the rest of the audience, were Democrats.
A very old couple created quite a stir because they could barely walk, and were hard of hearing besides, and kept stumbling on their way up the steps. People helped them find seats and get seated. Afterwards, they held up everyone because they could barely walk. Self thought about how badly they must have wanted to see this movie.
Self also saw previews for “Milk” (Sean Penn absolutely riveting, in every frame of the preview, and there’s Josh Brolin again in his latest transformation, this time playing Dan White, and convincingly too), and Ron Howard’s latest, “Frost/Nixon”, which she definitely wants to see. There was also a preview for a thriller starring Clive Owen and, in what looked to be a very bit role, Naomi Watts. Why cannot this woman ever get the kind of role she deserves? She can really act, can’t Hollywood see that?
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.