Cup O' Joe, Hold the Show

At one time or another we've all laid down our twelve dollars for an afternoon matinee & another forty five (after coupon has been applied) for a small coke & popcorn only to walk away dejected from yet another dismal, over hyped, Hollywood production that's long on special effects & short on substance. On a brighter note however, we can always take heart in the knowledge that it's time we'll never recover while realizing we're now 3.5 hours closer to the grave.

I recently emailed a friend about this very troublesome inconvenience. For the sake of anonymity we'll call my friend "Allen Wayne Law." I shared with "Allen Wayne Law" I must be getting older because most movies, concerts, & certainly prime time television programming just aren't doing it for me anymore.

If given the choice, I would pick a good book in a comfy couch or love seat (the over sized kind you sink down into) with a hot cup-o-joe on a quiet, overcast, late winter's eve. If that officially makes me over the hill then supply me my walker, denture adhesive, & one way ticket to beautiful sunny southern Florida.

You see, the older I've become, the more I crave knowledge. And for whatever reason, it would appear the masses don't necessarily want to explore the great mysteries of the universe in a two hour presentation over a box of teeth rotting sour gummy worms. Please don't misunderstand me, I have my brain drain movie favorites as well. I just grow tired of a steady diet of predictable plots, special effects ad nauseum, & only tall, dark & thin leading actors under the age of 25 saving the day. Why can't short, overweight, slightly balding middle aged dudes ever save the day? Huh? Or why can't the leading actress be an elderly grandmother who triumphantly rushes to the crime scene in her spotless white Cadillac to rescue her great granddaughter from the evil disorganized community college financial aid office!? I can see it now (in that over the top Super Hero narrative inflection) - "Armed with only impeccable credit, In one crushing blow, our hero (great granny) swipes her debit card destroying any hopes the institution might have of suspending her precious great granddaughter for insufficient funds!

Fade to black. Roll credits.

Now THAT'S a reality show I could support! Wooden shoe agree? So until Hollywood can return to a more enduring, artistic approach to movie making, I'll mostly be content to explore the memoirs of political figures, psychology, & complex gourmet recipes in the privacy of my home. I might have a long wait. ;0)