It’s Oscar month, which is rapidly becoming one of my favorite TV seasons. I don’t watch the Oscars themselves, though I do pay attention to who wins the biggies. No, what I enjoy is the chance to settle into my couch with a pot of tea, and perhaps some simple knitting that I don’t have to look down at to do, and just enjoy movie after movie all frigging month long, all the best available and one after the other. Great grand glorious stories being told to me without interruption of commercial and as their storyteller intended. i.e. no cuts or deletions. It is truly a treat, one I’m becoming more enamored with.
Today, it was “Out of Africa,” which I remember watching when it came out in 85. I loved it when I was near twenty, but this time, as I did five years ago, I bawled silent, slow tears at the end. Some of it, I will admit was envy for being able to tell a story like that, but most was the story itself.
Tonight, I plan on watching “Chicago” because I love musicals, and murder, and women who get away with it.
Not that I ever intend to. (snerk)