I've started watching films again. By the boatload. Almost indiscriminately. By that I mean I've watched parts of Pacific Rim like twelve times. I can't yet make it through Conan the Barbarian even though the screenplay is supposed to be brilliant
A "fan" sent me an email some time ago asking, "why do you go to the moves if you hate them some much?" A "friend" referred to my reviews as "angry man watches movies." Another person, who I pay to listen to me and I secretly love, asked if I was writing again. I was touched by that query.
It has been three years since I wrote anything.
Just this minute I was watching "The Upside of Anger."
Kevin Costner, Joan Allen, Evan Rachel Woods, Erica Richardsen, and Kerri Russell. I caught the end the other day and was caught by the "twist" that the absent husband/father had fallen into an abandoned well and not deserted the wife and three daughters as we thought.
Really creative and thoughtful premise for a film. I'll have to back and check old reviews to see if I hated or was angry at the time.
The truth is I stand in awe of the combination of plot, dialogue, direction and editing. Joan Allen clears the house of signs of her apparently deserted husband in a montage that is brilliant and edifying. Kevin Costner plays the ignorant bumbling fool to perfection. And the daughters; Evan, Erica and Kerri are nothing but a thrill to watch.
It is the middle of the night and I am waiting for the train to come that blows its' horn two longs, one short and one longer as it approaches an intersection and the frail little cars that might be in its' path. I grew up listening to that train and now, fifty plus years later I hear it again.
Something from back then has connected me to now and it has bridged the gap between when I stopped writing and this moment.
I hope it lasts. Writing is such a joy and pain. I think I love it for both.