Ray of Light (#1)

I had a sense this was going to be a bad year, but I had no idea it was going to be this bad. I mean, this is bad. This is bad-bad. This is I-Don’t-Want-To-Draw-A-Dumb-Movie-Allegory-To-Explain-How-Bad bad. It’s almost too much to take and it’s almost too much to take every second of the day. The other night I had a dream about going out to try and find toilet paper, woke up, fell back asleep, and dreamed my neighborhood independent movie theater had closed. It feels like the apocalypse and I don’t just mean that as some dumb hashtag.

This past weekend, we had a couple friends over, making it four of us, below the recommended thresholds but perhaps our last mass-ish gathering for…..you know what, let’s not talk about it. Our friends brought pie and pizza and we provided adult beverages. We watched a movie to take our minds off things. The selected movie as voted upon turned out to be “Bowfinger”, glory to the movie gods. And I’ll tell you what, even in a global pandemic, Steve Martin’s masterpiece is funny. And that’s the thing. Our first couple posts at Cinema Romantico this week skewed a little heavy. Now, we won’t be doing away with the heavy, mind you, or heavy-ish. The act of watching movies brings me comfort, and working through what I’m watching, figuring out what I did and did not like, what did and did not work, goes hand in hand with that act. So the critiques will keep coming.

But. If we are not into the fallacy of escapism, we understand you have to open the shade once in awhile and let a few rays of sunlight in, get that Vitamin D. So going forward, whenever the mood strikes, whenever something we watch or think about sparks us, whenever it’s been 40 degrees, cloudy and rainy in our souls for too long, we will provide a little blogging ray of light. Like this one from “Bowfinger.” Stay strong, friends.