It’s just a movie

For the past maybe 4 months I couldn’t tell you when was the last time I went to see a movie in a move theater. I either got my recently released movies from Netflix (a great service if you haven’t tried it yet), or I see them on planes. Now any of you who have watched a movie on a plane know this is clearly not the ideal facilities for screening an action, drama, or comedy. With the guy falling asleep on your shoulder and snoring no less, or maybe it is just the kid behind you kicking your seat. With turbulence these old fashion tapes get scratched and damaged and thus the screen tends to flicker and wave, and yet this is where I am seeing these movies I have been quite excited to see.

So last night I bit the bullet, which sounds quite painful actually, and went to see The Interpreter. Now I anticipated this movie to be just your standard action packed thriller like The Fugitive, and yet it was so much different. Before I progress any further this is not an academy award winning film, do not expect some revelation to break through the clouds of your mind and shine with a sun that will dazzle your soul. However, Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman did an exceptional job of taking what should have been a no-brainer action movie and give it something many others miss, Heart. It addressed the subject for more than just a passing acknowledgment of loved ones being lost and the sorrow that accompanies it. In fact it is woven into every act every line throughout the movie like a cloud hanging over the characters just as I would imagine it would be in real life. The fact that I didn’t know how the movie would end was all the more fun as compared to other movies where you know virtually everything long before you even step foot into the old soda spill on the movie theater floor. If you are in the right mood, go ahead and check out that movie.

A final piece of news right now is that Ben is out of the hospital. Yes the bone marrow transplant has gone exceedingly well, with results surprising doctors and family alike. He officially moved out and was running around in the afternoon sun like any other 7 year old (well except for a respirator over his nose and mouth to prevent germs). So now he begins recovering at home, but it is not the hospital of which we are so thankful for. If you believe in G-d, thank him or her. If you do not, thank medical science, this is a good day!