Well, it had been a good day. I had the day off, and had pretty much spent the whole day doing next to nothing, excluding a few movies and some reading.
So the wife & I take the kids out to Ale House for some dinner, cuz I'm really a nice guy and because the wife hates cooking dinner on nights she works late. And so after dinner the wife reminded me that I had yet to purchase her birthday gift for her.
Hey...it had only been a month! So we zip over to the old Toys R Us and were searching for her gift of choice--the old Beach Cruiser. Yep, she insists that once she gets one, by God the whole family is going to be whipped into shape. Hey, I've always liked to ride the bike, so I'm not objecting. Well, the store we're in by our house doesn't have any in stock, so we find out that they have one in Boca, and we tell them we'll head up there tonight to pick one up. So we're heading back to the car (here comes the bad news) and the wife asks the kids if they have any quizes tomorrow. Very quietly (naturally) I hear Andy say that he has two. Now, mind you, I had gone into both their rooms at approximately 3pm today (the three of us were home cuz of the holiday) and had asked them both..."any tests or homework that you guys should be working on?" Naturally the answer was nooooooooo. And now, out here in the parking lot at old TRU Andy suddenly remembers not one but TWO quizes that he has tomorrow. Cripes does that piss me off. So I remind him of the little reminder that I had given him at 3pm and how maybe that should've triggered a little hint, but apparently it didn't. Now, I probably should add that this is also two days from the day that we had a long talk in the living room about him buckling down and being more responsible. I should sue him for the waste of oxygen that night. Well, I hope he's going to enjoy his time without the videogames.
It looked like a different world. I sat around this morning and watched a movie on AMC called Tony Rome. It was a late 60's movie with Frank Sinatra and it was set in the "glamourous" world of Miami. I watched this thing, and as a resident of south Florida for the better part of 30 years now, and it may have well as been Mars for as much as it looked like the Miami and south Florida that I know. Really hilarious to watch Sinatra as the "tough but tender" private eye, awash in intrigue, betrayal, sex, diamonds and...did I mention sex? Talk about your "old school" movies. This was back in a time when women were "dames" and didn't mind it when Frankie baby gave them an affectionate slap on the ass. This was a time when hardnosed police detective Richard Conte tells Frank that "everyone knows that you hated your ex-partner" to which Frank replies "yeah, but I didn't kill him"....and that's good enough for Conte. All things considered, it was pretty racy stuff for the time, with talk about lesbians, drug addicts....and oh yeah, Jill St John walking around wearing hardly anything. Oh, and did I mention that she's a married woman who's on the prowl for an affair? She practically throws herself at the Chairman of the Board, but Frank is all business sister, and don't you forget it. And I'll tell ya something else...Jill may have just possibly been the hottest woman working in Hollywood at that time.
What a body....and that voice! OMAN. I'd give it: *** you won't believe its Miami.
And last night I watched Murder on the Orient Express. Now this is truly old school Hollywood. The allstar cast. The locations. The costumes. This was truly a film worthy of the Hollywood of yesterday. Stars? Lauren Bacall, Ingrid Bergman, Sean Connery, Albert Finney, Jacqueline Bisset, Anthony Perkins, Richard Widmark, Martin Balsam, Vanessa Redgrave & Michael York...just to name a few.
And a deliciously complicated murder of a horrible person....set against a famous kidnapping from years before....all of this on the world's most famous train ride!!
And the real story is....well, its so ludricous and preposterous....it had to be true!
What a great film and a fun way to spend two hours. **** 1/2
Later,
Jeff
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