Man. There’s only so much of Robert DeNiro beating up Leonardo DiCaprio that you can take.
Today worked out to be all right. The best news, of course, is that my dad’s heart is now OK. The heart cath revealed a 99 percent blocked vessel, which a little bit of angioplasty and a nice, new stint have taken care of. Love the stints. I haven’t talked to Dad yet, as he was on morphine for the procedure and if probably sleeping merrily still from its effects, but I hope to talk to him a bit tomorrow.
After hearing the news, around 11:30, I went to lunch with Star at Pizza Hut, then off to work. Fabulouso. I left early, however, to go see Miracle. I had high hopes for this movie, but really all I got out of it was a clear reminder as to why Seabiscuit is up for Oscars. My best guess as to what went wrong with the movie Miracle — because something obviously went wrong — was the absolute adherence to known fact. Instead of developing *any* of the characters, it was just a movie that presented you with facts. The writers, the director, whoever, they tried to make what they could of the little conflicts they had to work with (since the big conflict was a foregone conclusion), but the story never held any suspense. Here’s the best criticism I can offer: I kept rolling my eyes.
Anyway, then, I went and picked up my new CD/MP3 player from UPS, signed up for a video membership at the grocery store, and rented Rules of Attraction and Far From Heaven. Now I’m watching young Tobias Wolff bid good-bye to his mother; Leonardo DiCaprio was about 17 when he made this movie (IMDB says it was released in 1993 and DiCaprio was born in 1974, so give or take, he was possibly even older), but he looks 12. Seriously, this guy played teenagers forever.
I think it’s time for some Grand’s Flaky Layers Biscuits.