Morning report from the top of the hill: Still cold, still a bit icy, and still a pain in the my big fat como se llama. But how long can winter last?[and I may wish I had never written that someday~] Plan on getting down to the flat lands next week. Jim needs to have some medical stuff done, and I need to restock our larder--getting tired of making pizzas of pinto beans on sheets of cardboard- and we need to take some books down to a new outlet, which cheers me a great deal. Been thinking of how music brings certain memories and is used in drama. [I tried in my last book to use rock and roll themes to recall the 1950s--dont know how well that worked out, but~~?] Jim and I watched a netflix dvd of The Lone Ranger over this last cold spell. It was pretty disappointing through the first part of the movie; sort of an old Saturday night horse opera of my childhood. Even though I didnt object to Johnny Depp playing Tonto, instead of a real Indian, I was disappointed in how they used him. Very little of the fire of Captain Jack Sparrow here. But almost at the end of the show, they burst the whole thing up, with the William Tell Overture thundering over the western landscape in full force and Silver thundering along chasing bad guys. And I felt the same sort of tearful excitement that I must have felt as a 6 yr old! It was wonderful, and although I dont think it would have made Jim tear up like me, I could see his wild grin at the same time out of the corner of my eye as we watched. Real fun! That got me to thinking about my favorite movie of all time, The Night of the Hunter. It is probably also the best movie of all time--[with the exception of that Japanese movie that Fred starred in when he was a skinny kid-that I, and probably no one else in the Western World, has seen] One reason, and probably the major reason, that this old black and whitegood vs bad movie is so good is because of Robert Mitchem playing the evil preacher. His rough voice was perfect, and when they have him singing the old church hymn Leaning, that I have known ever since I was a kid, as he pursued the children makes the drama totally chilling for me. The book for that movie was written by Davis Grubb, and I just found that he wrote several other books that I havent read--[goal stuff]--and I have known for years that he was an old friend of one of my favorite pulp writers, John D. MacDonald. Enough rambling--got to go look up a new recipe for cardboard and bean pizza, and work on my next book-
Posted on: Sun, 09 Feb 2014 17:03:11 +0000
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