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Carpe diem and murderous mutesLiza
Woo Hoo! It’s 7:35 pm and the boy’s in bed for the night. Party on the treadmill!! Thanks so much to you folks who commented or sent e-mails in response to yesterday’s post. Y’all are awesome. Heartfelt cyber hug. (And I haven’t even looked twice at a piece of cobbler today.)
Before we dropped Eliot off at the airport Saturday morning, we swung by the library to get a book for the plane. I asked him to grab some movies I could watch on the treadmill while he was inside. Asa and I occupied ourselves at the playground behind the library.
So here are the four videos I found in the back of the car today:
Dead Poet’s Society
Hannah and Her Sisters
Driving Lessons (with Rupert Grint of Harry Potter fame)
Shall We Dance
What do you think? Time for marriage counseling? Hannah and Her Sisters?!? For the treadmill? And here’s the blurb on the back of Driving Lessons if you’re not familiar with it — either:
Laura Linney stars as Laura Marshall, an overzealous, evangelical Christian do-gooder who fills her home with down-and-out boarders, including a senile, cross-dressing murderous mute.
I do see it was a winning entry at the 2006 Moscow International Film Festival, so maybe I’m being too harsh. “Senile, cross-dressing, murderous mute…”
So it looks like I’ll be watching Richard Gere, Susan Sarandon, and Jennifer Lopez in Shall We Dance first tonight. (The kid deciding to commit suicide in Dead Poet’s Society is not what I want to be watching at treadmill mile 16.) And, really, I’m drawn like a moth to people-learning-to-dance movies — because I have no rhythm myself. I can’t clap in time to “Wheels on the Bus.” (Lord knows I’ve tried. Sometimes I start out okay, but I’m always off beat by the time the people on the bus are going up and down.) A little Julia Stiles, in Save the Last Dance would be better. (I’m not a Richard Gere fan — for no particular reason.) Or one of those horrible cheerleading movies. Bring It On! (Anyone?) Alright, I’m just going to have to lash the computer onto the treadmill with a cam strap and stream some Netflix. Carpe Diem!
Sleep log: 7 hours