Missed Trump’s big speech last night.
Not because I was balled up in the corner of my dark and damp basement with my eyes closed and ears plugged chanting la la la la la la la to drown out any possibility of hearing it until it was over.
No, I missed it because I mercifully went to see the almost Oscar-winning La La Land instead.
It wasn’t released to my local theater the first time around.
Been wanting to see it.
The almost wasn’t Oscar-winning Moonlighting wasn’t released here its first go-around either.
Still hasn’t been.
I do live in Southern Pennsyltucky, remember…
But if it, Moonlighting, ever does make it to my local theater on the wave of its Oscar win, chances are I still won’t go to see it.
For me, there are movies that are made to be seen in the theater publicly — big bold banging colorful gregarious gun-filled types, a la La La Land — and there are movies that are best watched in the privacy of ones home — ones without all the boom boom blasting effects and/or which might make me cry and/or reflect on myself as a person, a la Moonlighting.
La La Land is good, fun, modern-day family entertainment (there was one gratuitous F-bomb that I recall, no guns, no skin). Beautiful colors.
I’m glad it didn’t win Best Picture.
And I’m glad it gave me a reason for not watching Trump’s speech.
La La Land = happy.
Trump’s speech, had I watched it = unhappy.
I see in today’s headlines everyone is all orgasmic about the speech, though.
Even CNN commentators are saying it was his moment where he became everyone’s president.
Or something like that.
Really? I mean, I saw a clip where he held up the fallen Navy SEAL in praise and in honor…
That was nice.
But, as for saying he is my president, someone who for two years has been ripping apart the fabric of our society speech by hate-inspiring, Putin-loving speech…
I mean… Wow.
That really must have been some performance last night to make up for the two-years’ worth of dysfunction and carnage, intellectual and otherwise, he inflicted upon us, and by us I mean the world.
I think not.
But do I think that if you think that just because of one speech where Trump was finally able to read off the teleprompter words that others wrote for him in a such way, such a performance (let us not forget my definition of politics: acting for ugly people), where he for once didn’t seem to be a thin-skinned, vindictive, narcissistic, megalomaniacal bully of an aspiring autocrat then, well…
One of us has only seen La La Land on the big screen…