I’m on the road for the next couple of weeks, so blogging is going to be sporadic. I’ll do my best, but I suspect I’ll be dragging at the end of the day.
Speaking of on the road, I went to see Nights in Rodanthe over the weekend. The reviewer in one of my local papers and I never agree on movies. He rated it poorly. I don’t get him, and he obviously doesn’t get me. I ignored his sad review and went anyway. I adore Diane Lane. She is talented and has such a quiet beauty. Richard Gere is not only talented, but every time he puts on a pair of spectacles I get a little rush. The man can wear glasses. Movieland classified it as a romantic drama and got it right. I loved the setting, the texture, the drama, the romance. I admit that I would like to have seen more of Viola Davis. No spoilers here. Go. See. Go on. You know you want to. Mr. G, honey liked it a lot, and he gets his stone face going when you mention chick flick.
Per Keziah’s recommendation, last night I slipped Bonneville in the DVD player. Jessica Lange (Arvilla), Kathy Bates (Margene) and Joan Allen (Carol) travel from Idaho to California in a Bonneville that belonged to Arvilla’s late husband to deliver his ashes to his daughter in Santa Barbara. What a dynamite acting trio. Tom Skerritt was the icing on the cake for me. He has one of those really likeable faces. Laughs, tears and great scenery. What’s not to love? Go. Rent.
Yes. I love movies, almost as much as I love books.
Okay. I’m done now.