Well, the temps are really taking a dive now and the snow accumulation in the country ensures that 4WD is the only way in. Or rather, out. Going in, gravity is your friend. Going out, you're reminded you need new tires. East soffits and fascias are done. Can I live with it? Dunno.
Things would be much easier with dedicated power. Yes, I do run a gen and a kerosene heater, but no temp regulation during the hours I'm not there means the water lines must remain drained, the downstairs hovers in the 30's and you still drag cords all over. Certainly much better than last winter, however. (post script- as of Saturday, the lines have froze)
BUT, the single digit lows are not helping. So, last night was movie night. The Deer Hunter. Knew nothing about the movie, never even heard of the film before. Let me tell you, only in the 70's. Modern eyes view the first third differently than in '78. Every brick building has smokestacks billowing thick black clouds. And you just know, 30 years later, odds are good every one of those buildings is gone. Everytime a car door opens, beer cans come rolling out. Worn out, rusted vehicles roam dirty, neglected streets. But that's the setup. That was normalcy. Steel plants and manufacturing in Anytown, USA. Acting and characters are top notch while at the same time coming off completely unpolished. Today's movies, even gritty pics, come off as crisp and clinical compared to a lot of this 70's stuff. I'm not just talking about the muted color and soft audio (and conservative use of music), but character development and frankly, direction, make it so. The middle starts to wander but you can't help but notice how the scene selection, angles and editing might as well be from someone's wedding reception video. Deliberate or not, hard to say. You get to the end of this story and you know things are not going to go well. 177 minutes. 3 full LD sides. Emotionally draining is right. Then again, could've been the vodka.
Cara came home with 10 minutes left. She's not a big fan of movies with bleak outcomes; her standard comparison is The Great Escape. "Worse than the great escape?" "Much, much worse." But only because I was drawn in. If you don't give it the opportunity or attention it needs, you might walk away with a big ol' shrug.
Either way, top notch film. Love DeNiro, love Walken. Currently putting it in my top 10. Whatever that means.
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