Folks,
I got to tell you that as sure as my name is Miss Fanny Mae Collier, it will be
a long time before I go to a movie with a teenager or young adult again. My friend’s granddaughter, Tina, had a
birthday a little while ago and I offered dinner and a movie as her
present. Of course, I let her pick the
movie. She chose something called Interstellar.
There
I sat, watching Earth turn into a giant dust bunny, while the hero flies off in
a spaceship to save the world. He’s
supposed to find another planet for humans to migrate to. So this guy flies through
worms--a hole full of worms -- or whatever, nearly drowns on a planet full of
water, nearly freezes on another planet and jumps into a black hole just to end
up... Hell, I don’t know! All I can say is that by this time I was too
through with this movie! I didn’t get it
and the theater had the music so
loud, I couldn’t hear half of what they were saying. Not that it would have mattered.
Tina
is a bright girl and she’s into science and space and all that. For my money, I’d rather have enjoyable
entertainment that doesn’t require a PhD to figure it out. My advice to you blog readers is that you
would be better off going to see the play that me and my nutty daughter-in-law,
Hattie were in. It’s called Stakeout and it was funny, even if I say
so myself. Plus it had some touching
moments between me and Hattie.
If
the play is not being performed near you, then buy a copy of our latest
adventure, Something’s Wrong with Miss
Zelda. Soon we’ll have a new book
called Whose Knife is it Anyway? Both books are delightful--again, even if I
have to say so myself-- and at the end you won’t sit scratching your head and
wondering what happened.
