movie critique

My husband and I went out for dinner on Friday. We stopped at a local grocery that has a video rental attached and we rented two movies. Watched Star Wars, Revenge of the Sith. BOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING. AND BAD!!!! AND the lousiest acting I've seen in like forever!!!!!!! The ending was CHEESY.

First let us review the total lack of emotion (actually the only emotion I saw was from Yoda and his face doesn't change but it was there in his voice). Nothing was believable. Nothing. The bad guy pleading for his life, then killing the good Jedi - blech. Bad acting, not believable. Of course the other Jedi is standing there with is finger up his nose - not literally but if it were it would have been better than what was presented. Supposedly he would do anything to save his wife - and says it like he's ordering a glass of water. Then the bad guy sends him off to the Jedi Temple - at least they didn't show him killing the children. Oh, wait. They call them the younglings. I suppose that's to make it less horrendous. Then Obi Kanobe describes it like the bad Jedi took a walk in the park and pissed on a tree in public. I get more emotion from the grapefruit sitting on my counter.

The ending was absolutely priceless. Here's this little thing of a woman who dies because she has no will to live because her Jedi husband has turned to the dark side. OH MY GOD! Talk about your stereotypical little woman syndrome. Now mind you, this is the same woman who can weild a light saber in the previous movie killing clones right and left, not to mention going behind enemy lines for the sake of her country!!!! Give me a freakin break!!! Had they turned this woman into a warm pile of cow manure, it would have been more believable than the role they gave her in this movie.

Then this same woman supposedly delivers TWINS - did I mention that just before this she trots out of a space ship and skips down the ramp. Yeah, that's freakin believable. The twins they pop out of her aren't this little teenee weenee babies - heck no. They both look around 7 or 8 pounds. To all the women in the world who have had even tiny babies, does the word waddle have any meaning????? They've got her on this table, about to deliver, and this mound looks like she's got a freaking mosquito bite on her belly.

By the time this movie was over I was silently cheering for the doggone Sith. And as bad guys, they were about as effective as limp spaghetti. I will tell you this - it's a good thing they showed the first three movies of Star Wars first because if they'd used this movie as a jump-off point to others, there would have been a dirth of movie goers.

Flaws

I made my daughter an angel to wear on her coat. A ribbon angel representing our grandson Alex who died three weeks before he was to be born. It is a loss I grieve over every single day since that awful call May 9 when Catherine tearfully told me they couldn't find a heartbeat when she went in for her routine check-up. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of Alex or Sam, my living grandson. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wonder why my child, why did she have to suffer such awful pain. Why Steve and Sam had to suffer such a loss. I knew deep inside there were flaws in life. Watching my mother dwindle with dementia, and suffering all her life with emotional illness. Those were flaws I grew up with, yet, I've learned I wasn't adequately prepared for the flaws in life. Or maybe there just isn't any preparation. The design on the angel is flawed. It doesn't have adequate support in a place that was bumped and the ribbon came apart from the soldered foil. I've racked my brain trying to figure out how to design some support at that joint in the glass and I've come up with no sensible solution yet. I've racked my brain trying to come up with coping mechanisms to deal with the terrible loss of Alex. I haven't come up with a solution for that either. I've racked my brain to find a way to ease the pain that my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson are all suffering. No solution there either. I have learned one thing and one thing only: the older you get, the more complicated the flaws and the faster they come at you. I was never a quick thinker and I'm getting pretty bogged down in flaws. But I'm fixing that glass angel pin if it's the last freakin thing I do.

Lights

My daughter made me this awesome shawl. It's almost big enough to be a throw and I've used it as a throw. It's a gorgeous deep blue variegating into light blue (or gray, can't tell). It's warm and soft and brings me such comfort. Thanks daughter.

Christmas is done, New Year's is done, and we all return to those everyday dull routines. All the decorations have been put away except for the base to the train set up. All the twinkle lights are gone and it's dull, dull, dull. Even my hubby said it's dark without the Christmas tree lights. I'd love to find a stick tree or an artificial ficus, put white twinkle lights on it and stick it in the dark corner. Flip of a switch and twinkle lights appear. That would be cool. Perhaps some day.

It rained and all the snow is gone. Today was gray and gloomy. I worked half a day so I might have the holiday off this Friday. Traveling home to the parents digs on Thursday. Wish I could say it's a happily anticipated trip but unfortunately, it isn't.

My mother's dimentia is progressing so rapidly she may be a danger to herself. I'm hoping to convince my sister to get a visiting nurse in or a caretaker. My brother-in-law takes very good care of my folks but my mother needs someone who can professionally assess her. Someone with a nursing background. Eventually my mother will need 24 hour care and that requires a nursing assessment. Needless to say, our trip home is not going to be the happy reunion that it once was, long ago.