The Movie.

I recently watched the movie Green Book (which also won an Academy Award for Best Picture) and my hubby scoffed, saying it's one of my usual hoity-toity "boring" movies but it was really good and my fave. part of the movie was when Don Shirley was playing piano at the small club and for the first time ever he let loose and was able to embrace, enjoy,and revel in his Black culture. I, unlike my hubby, happen to enjoy movies that actually have substance and meaning, movies that touch your heart and mind, incl. historical films, biographies, true stories, movies on social and moral issues, movies that make you think and feel, foreign films, cultural films, movies that move you, that stir up your soul, heart, and mind. He likes lame super hero movies, movies with gratutious violence or just plain dumb shit, like Sharknado, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, etc. A total waste of celluloid. Need I say more? Who is he to be a movie critic?

As well, a friend of mine in Russia recently moved to Turkey, as she was tired of the harsh cold winters and wanted to move somewhere nice and warm (I can appreciate that) and she always went to Turkey  on vacation. I've been to Turkey as well and I'll never forget that trip; it was the time my mother could have been arrested!  We were browsing in a little shop in a marketplace and she turned around and knocked over a glass bottle of perfume with her big purse slung over her shoulder and it fell off the shelf and broke and the vendor insisted she pay for it but she refused, saying it was an accident and mouthed-off, saying he must have insurance and I told her small shops like that in other countries likely may NOT be insured and it WAS her fault and she was responsible but you know the way she is; she never takes responsibility for anything and gets all snooty and bitchy and in-your-face when people don't bow down to her, and I actually felt badly for the shop owner and I was embarrassed, and then they got into this shouting match and she started to walk out and he went after her and before you know it he was chasing us down the meandering street and we were running, fast, with him chasing us, in hot pursuit, like I don't think I've ever run before, scared he was going to call the police and we'd end up in a notorious Turkish prison, until we safely got to the passenger restricted-only area of the cruise ship he couldn't access and boarded the ship and then hid out in our cabin fearful authorities might borad the ship looking for us, but hopeful with over 2000 passengers they wouldn't find us and waited with held breath until it safely left port and we knew we were safe. Oh, my God, what an adventure that was. Some time later I have also got to tell you about the time in Morrocco where my mother shit her pants and had to take them off at the airport on the flight home and had to go Commando all the way home and I laughed my ass off the entire flight. Oh, nevermind.....I just did.