Saturday morning, another breakfast
buffet at the Clarion. We joined up at Bess's and went off to the movies.
A few saw "Castaway," which got mixed reviews, none of them superlative.
We got to the theatre early, and some of us went in to see a few minutes
of "Vertical Limits," a thriller about mountain climbers. You can walk
in and out anytime, because there's a hanging-over-the-edge moment--an
avalanche, an explosion, a fall--every two minutes, with crashing sound
effects to match. The main movie was "What Women Want" with Mel Gibson
and Helen Hunt. Some people thought it was really stupid. It's a one-joke
movie about a male chauvinist who is hit by electricity and can suddenly
hear what women think. I think that Mel Gibson is really very funny, self-deprecating,
with great timing, a plastic face. Moreover, he is a fabulous dancer, in
the vein of Fred Astaire. There is no subtlety, no complexity, no tension,
and the ending doesn't quite work, but I gave it three Farklempt stars
as a light comedy requiring no thought.
Saturday night, we set up for the main event.
Everyone was there--Evie,
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Sid and Sadele,
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Hirschtritt-Certilmans,
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Andy and Neal,
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Ingalls,
Rippbergers,
Selenkows,
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Spinats,
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Jonathan did the grilling, as only he can.
We had grilled marinated chicken breast strips, hamburgers, hotdogs
with salad, some good potato latkes from the cursed Israeli woman. We had
Corona and Fosters beer, Meridian Chardonnay, Lindemann's Merlot, Jacob's
Creek Cabernet/Shiraz, Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon, and soda.
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