Friday I finally got out of the house to join my Movie and
Lunch Club. Can I hear three cheers for human contact and stimulating
conversation? There were fifteen of us and the only downer part of the whole
afternoon was at lunch when I sat next to two sisters who both sent their food
back for Mickey Mouse reasons and bugged the waitress about a million things I
would have overlooked in a group that size. When will I ever learn? They’ve
done that same routine in others restaurants and their antics always results in
me feeling honor bound to tip higher to make up for their treat-me-special demands.
We saw Bridge of Spies and I usually marvel over how a movie’s plot summary can sum up a film in one or two sentences but I finally found a couple that missed the mark.
IMDb wrote: “An American lawyer is recruited by the CIA during the Cold War to
help rescue a pilot detained in the Soviet Union” and Rotten Tomatoes said: “Tom
Hanks stars as the American attorney tasked with negotiating the release of a
U-2 spy plane pilot who was shot down over Russia at the height of the Cold War
in this historical drama.” Both of these quotes are true but they leave off half of the story! Before the secret negotiations even took place Tom’s
character, a real-life lawyer named Jim Donovan, put his family’s safety at
risk to defend an accused Soviet spy, saving him from the death sentence,
taking the case all the way up to the Supreme Court. It was this spy that he
ends up working out a deal to trade for our spy plane pilot plus an American
student who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time while the Berlin Wall was
being built.
The Concourse, in their somewhat negative review of the
movie, said: “The second half of the movie is a tense standoff of Donovan, and
the U.S. government, and the East Germans, and the Soviets.” Their negativity
seemed to be based entirely on the fact that they think director Steven Spielberg
(68) has lost the creativity he had in his “younger days”---think E.T---calling
the movie a “drama your granddad will love.” Jeez, how old do you think that
reviewer is who wrote that? It’s a story based on actual historical facts which
doesn’t leave a lot of room for creativity if you’re going to tell the story
faithfully. Yup, there were no car chases, no Rambo character was running
around with guns blazing to save the day, no aliens, but if you remember anything about
that era in our history you’ll find Bridge
of Spies fascinating. Everyone in my Movie and Lunch Club has a lot to talk
about after seeing the movie. Many had personal stories to tell that related to
Berlin Wall, U-2 pilot Gary Powers and even the trial of Rudolf Abel. In other
word, this bunch of grandmothers all liked the film.
New Topic: We had our first hard freeze last night. Fall is
here and the landscape palette will be changing enough to finally catch my
attention. I don’t know if it’s just me but so far this year the landscape colors seem bland.
It’s no secret that fall is my least favorite season, in part because it represents
a lot of work. When I was young that meant raking leaves, taking down the
screens, window washing and putting up storm windows. Then after meeting Don
fall meant helping him write up snowplow bids, getting his equipment out of
storage and located on parking lots where he had contracts plus we had the
whole “leaves and windows” chores to do at not just one house, but five. Now, my
fall chores list just includes wrapping up the trips to the auction house,
cleaning the garage and putting the deck furniture under cover. Oh, and making
a list for my landscape service. This year that list is long because I want my
yard looking really good in early spring in case I list it for sale then.
I love that I’m downsizing and could be physically ready to
move in the spring, but I’m still waffling about leaving my social hub (the
senior hall) behind to move closer to my family. So many women my age seem not
to see their families as often as the like and they don’t have the excuse of
distance that I can use to explain not being included in family events. I tell myself I found
my way into a social life after Don died and one side of my head says I can do
it again. The other side of my head tells me that the
opportunities on the other end of town are just not there like they are just
five minutes from where I live now. Oh, well, as my friend Scarlett O’Hara would
say, “I'll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.” ©
