One time I remarked to my mother that I really don’t enjoy suspense. “I know,” she said. “When you were little, I spent many a Sunday night walking you around the block while Grandpa and your dad watched Alfred Hitchcock Presents.”
And as I’ve gotten older, I haven’t gotten better. I still don’t enjoy suspense, and I don’t like conflict either. Mike finds my choice of movies rather limiting.
“You don’t like anything,” he says. “We’ll find a nice Disney movie for you.” I really think there are movies on intelligent, thought-provoking themes – a few – but they often don’t show in our community. It’s not what sells here.
In fact, I did want to see Saving Mr. Banks about Walt Disney’s production of Mary Poppins. It was showing at our local theater but only at 9:00 p.m. Neither one of us wanted to see a movie at that late hour. And apparently it didn’t get good reviews. Not sure I really care.
Then a friend called and highly recommended Last Vegas. It was playing at the “dollar cinema,” he said, and really funny. We were skeptical – I don’t have a good funny bone either -- but we agreed it would be nice to get out. And the price was right.
But – when I checked the movie schedule, I saw that Captain Phillips was also playing at the dollar theater. Mike really wanted to see it, so we opted for that instead.
We (especially Mike) really like to get out to a movie now and then, but the problem with movies (in our community anyway) is that show times are either 6:00 or 9:00. We have to eat early – or late. Mike doesn’t like to eat early, and I don’t like to eat late. Captain Phillips was at 6:00, so I prepared creamed tuna and spinach and set it aside for a late supper.
I’m sure Mike enjoyed Captain Phillips. It’s a “guy flick” after all. Never mind that this is a high-grossing, highly-praised movie, I saw through the plot in the first five minutes and took an immediate dislike to it. I felt instinctively that the real event was something other than portrayed (isn’t it always?) and that the character of Captain Phillips was embellished. If I had enjoyed it, it wouldn't have mattered. I just couldn’t resolve the tension. I wanted to be someplace else.
I tried to retreat within my mind. “It’s just a movie,” I told myself. I wished for something for my hands to do. “Let’s see – what else can I think about?” I wondered. A trip to the restroom could be stretched into five minutes at most, but I took advantage of it.
Well – that’s my assessment. I just didn’t like it. And indeed, apparently others don't see the real Captain Phillips as he is presented in the movie.
Bess stayed in her crate while we were out, so there was no question but that Nellie was the one who tore the dog pillows apart while we were gone. Yes, that was wrong, but Nellie isn’t a destructive dog, and as I told Mike, something about those last pillows I bought just isn’t working. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, the cheap pillows tear easily as she endeavors to fluff them. I’m getting a little tired of spending my time mending them. KW