In addition to deleting an entire section that I wrote about the subject of fishing, I tried to title this post "Broken record... (etc.)" but decided to scrap the first phrase; so its content probably will therefore surprise me every time that I look at it, which will not be less than frequently. For, unlike some corporations who raise livestock, I am somewhat concerned for the destiny of my chickens.
Obligatory image that has nothing to do with what follows:
One part of the scratched pre-post:
When the poet or poets who composed the epic that we know today as THE ILIAD ventured to teach the populace any particular thing, she or he, or they (or I - or you?) made sure that it was couched firmly in the tradition of enjoyability. — I can say the same for....
A COUPLE RECENT MOVIES THAT I WATCHED... AND ONE SLIGHTLY LESS RECENT MOVIE THAT I WATCHED AGAIN
The first movie that I watched was THE UNKNOWN KNOWN, directed by Errol Morris — it's a perplexing feature-length interview with Donald Rumsfeld. I see it as a film about self-deception and evasion. I loved it so much that I watched it again immediately...
...and after that, I re-watched (it must have been my awestruck thousandth viewing) the 2003 film about Robert McNamara, also directed by Errol Morris, for the pleasure of comparing it with the above. It it impossible for me to overpraise this movie.
Usually, I roll my eyes when someone tells me that a film should be "required viewing for everyone" — but, if I were forced to make that same statement about just ONE film, I definitely would choose THE FOG OF WAR:
The third movie that I watched was THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL, directed by Wes Anderson. Although I have seen and loved every previous thing that Anderson has directed, for some reason I unfairly approached this movie with a bad attitude, expecting not to like it — but very quickly I was won over, so much that I watched it again the very next day, just like I did with the first film above. (What luck!)
I fear that you won't believe me when I say this, because, by now, I probably have come off as some sort of enthusiast; but I'll type it out anyway:
This instantaneous re-watching that I did for both Morris's and Anderson's new movies is not my regular habit — it's a strange coincidence that, in a matter of mere days, I encountered two (very different) films that strike me as daringly excellent.
(I just found cuisine in the refrigerator. I will heat it for myself now. Goodbye.)