It turns out, after all, indeed, apparently, "It's Not About The Bike".
Director: Robert Zemeckis
Writer: John Gatins
Is this the end of flight?
photo by Robert Zuckerman ©2012 Paramount Pictures
used by permission
Some might gripe the film's title is misleading. They would, however, be unaware there's more than one meaning to the word.
This drama is important. How many artworks attain that?
This film's empathy is a breathless gut-shot for those who are-- and those who love one who is-- in flight (let's call them, the cognoscenti
). The film's accurate portrayal of the all-too-familiar (yet never, in this portrayal, banal) and sad words and choices of a desperado, for the cognoscenti, also is heartbreak. And the film's laser-fine insight is, by turns, incredible (someone's watching us and reading our minds and hearts!
), and encouraging (Whew! we're not alone. And maybe, after all, we can succeed
) for the cognoscenti.
At the final scene, the cognoscenti may well-wonder the key still is missing, and nothing at all has been resolved. Yet they also know the key might just have been stumbled over. So, there is hope. And, at any rate, there's plenty of time-- in a darkly-humorous sense-- to try to turn the lock and open the door to resolution. But, will that happen? Will hope come to fruition? We don't know. No pat-answers. No happily-ever-after. No saccharine. The conclusion is perfectly-authentic ambiguity.
For everyone, this drama provides action with convincing FX. But they are what they should be-- the icing. Underneath are plot, suspense, character-development, dialogue, and acting.
Gee! Who knew?!?
This drama is a real and complete-- if bittersweet-- cake.
By the way-- in pitch-perfectly appropriate dark humor, the film's title is not its only double-entendre. And, Dave Mason fans, rejoice! Yet another
royalty for that
I can't understand the veneration of "ecologically-friendly" automobiles.
Electric? Unless one is wealthy enough with a ranch with lots of solar and wind-- off-the-grid- --one's electric car simply displaces the emissions. Or, it increases the number of toxic spent fuel rods (along with the toxic eventually-spent car battery).
Biodiesel? I've lived in the agriculturally-bountiful San Joaquin Valley the lion's share of well-more than a quarter-century. I don't recall seeing corn in commercial quantities before the last couple of years. Yes, recently there's been a blossoming (pardon the pun) of corn where none was before. However, corn's increasing supply still doesn't satisfy ever-growing demand. So corn-prices are at record highs. And now impoverished Mexicans can't afford their basic staple: the humble taco. Do we really want X-million hungry, pi**ed-off Mexicans with nothing to lose just t'other side of San Diego? And what about the unknown consequences of the soil amendments necessary to grow corn where it ain't meant to grow?
Hydrogen? Oh, yes! You've insulated those containers! They're perfectly-safe in any collision. Yes. And the dirigible, too, was "safe". Just disregard that image of the "safe" Hindenburg attempting to dock at Lakehurst.
...I think I meant, "Golf".
Yeah, I've hung-up my bikes. Last week on my bike, my USAF Guardian-Angel-Controller came up on the tac band and said, "You have reached the edge of the envelope. Continuing this package would be unduly-hazardous. Terminate package, descend to flight level 220, turn to new heading 180° and proceed at 200KIAS to new objective for equipment change. Acknowledge".
Yeah, I knew the day would come I'm too old to safely continue the bike as my primary means of transportation. The only things I didn't know were whether I would recognize that day, or acknowledge it if I did. I was granted that recognition and acknolegement plus an excellent, affordable, immediately-available alternative, and those all are cause for great gratitude.
She's a '13 Golf, 2.5 L (can you say, "Bounce!"?), six-speed
(can you say, "Insane
ly-good highway mileage"?), four-door. Silver exterior (perfect for this Valley in summer), black (when parked in summer always I can toss a coupla white towels on the dashboard and driver's seat) interior.
-cylinder. Ain't that weird? The salesperson told me all the big-name Italian ponies have been acquired by VW (had not known that), and this engine simply is one-half of a ten-cylinder engine for a Lamborghini!
I'll still ride the bikes. I'll ride occasionally in traffic. Now, though, I think my focus will be a return to off-road riding. For that latter prospect, much enthusiasm and affinity!
Oh, every good car or bicycle deserves a name. This one's is Flash
And one more thing: How Ya Like Me Now?!?
A little social experiment: gonna return to the coffeehouses briefly-- dressed in street clothes, not cycling duds, natch-- and see if I'm still
to admit, on this rock are calamities much worse..but this admission won't be easy...
WSJ reports Hollywood buzz of a sequel to Casablanca:
There's talk of a sequel to that most storied of Hollywood productions, "Casablanca," which turned 70 on Thanksgiving Day.
-- Noah Isenberg
"That's Just Wrong
"One Film To Rule Them All*"...Casablanca
, widely-regarded the best feature of American cinema (and the "desert-island movie" of your humble correspondent), is perfection. Why tamper with it? Why tamper with its legacy? Would the Louvre display something so preposterous as the presumption of an "update" or "re-interpretation" of Mona Lisa
And the absences of Bogart, Bergman, and Rains (may they rest in peace)? Don't get me started!
* Sorry. Pun unintentional but also unavoidable when I've had as little coffee as at present.