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felt better after my nap; not wanting to jeopardize this I decided to do something fairly
tame, which was to walk next door and see a movie. Superman returned on a very
nice screen, which was probably the best part of the film.
Oh, the photography was pretty, and I liked the casting-- Lois was a nice throwback to the glamour queens of the '40s and the homage to the original film was apparent. But I've had it with Lex Luthor as a villain. Kevin Spacey was great in the part, but the part itself isn't believeable anymore. I mean, forget the moral dilemma about Superman just killing him for the greater good: he's so single-mindedly bent on destruction that someone else-- the Crips, or BATF, or maybe the Masons-- would have offed him by now. Possibly I'm taking the whole thing more seriously than I'm meant to. And it was my birthday. )
I realized this about five in the afternoon, when I pulled out my Reds ticket and the date caught
my eye. Many people have heard me offer the lame and belated apology that "I
often forget my own", but here you go, I did it again.
I had a good seat in the fourth deck facing the third base line-- oh, well, you know all this stuff if you read the first page. Friday arrived, and it wasn't my birthday. Whew! )
I went to the Union Terminal museum again with a little better knowledge of my camera and returned with what I hope are some better shots than last year's. |
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hile there, I viewed a beautifully-filmed, if puzzlingly uneventful, IMAX documentary about beavers. I don't want to spoil it for you, but
as it turns out, they build dams on rivers.
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Prior to that was a short film called "Where the Trains Used To Go". Filmed in Norway, I found it
fascinating and moving. It made me want to do the same sort of thing around my home.
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