So I have come back here on a quiet Thanksgiving night; I am feeling better and we are having the Turkey Thanksgiving on Saturday. I imagine it won’t be a sit down dinner – more of a buffet with turkey and a few “tasties”. I would guess this is a year of a transitional holiday season and maybe it is fitting it began with a lingering flu. It is the start of a take each day as it comes stage; in face, I think this year will close the door on past traditions and begin a stint of letting each Christmas be what it will.
I think this is the year we take our collective deep breath to do that, letting each be unique. I also think I am being redundant, a trait honed when stretching term papers required to be of a certain length. Do they still do that anymore? And, even if they do, it’s different with word processors and printers. I imagine there had to be a font size maximum set . . .
It was a slow day and we, Der Bingle and I, watched part of the marathon of James Bond movies on the Syfy channel. Then Summer and Cameron joined us for what has become a tradition in its own right – watching bad Redbox movies. When the second one proved to be too bad for all of us, we went back to James Bond.
I find it hard to switch from Pierce Brosnan and Judi Dench’s relationship of seasoned and trusted spy/spymaster to Daniel Craig and Dench’s introductory phase of Bond’s career. I think somewhere along the line they should have dropped the James Bond continuing link and followed the story of the 007 spies. But, of course, these are not movies one watches for character development or mature dialogue. At one point, I suggested to Der Bingle that the writing staff probably brought in 13-year-old boys to script some of the “wit” of Bond. And it occurs to me as I type that perhaps only now am I realizing the meaning of male bonding. Oh, well.
I am out of my groove, or rut, and maybe that is a good thing; it is somewhat unsettling, however. So I will talk with Rose and she will listen . . . because she is, as all those who know her are aware, most kind. No one can deny it.
I personally think they really gave Pierce Brosnon the shaft when it came to a decent script. He didn’t have to do much acting in his last one, it was rather cheesy and disappointing to me. They’ve pumped up the story line with Daniel Craig. Maybe Pierce was just tired of being James. Of course he did take on the challenge of Mama Mia! and I have to admit his James Bond was better than his singing. But as an Abba fan I enjoyed his poor squeals all the same.