JR and I broke out of stir yesterday
and paid a visit “uptown” that is, Phipps Plaza. In your average
American mall they have the latest Ford or Chevy on display- here
there was a Maserati.
It was Fendi, Gucci, Versace and the rest of
the gang at every turn. Everywhere seemingly intelligent people were
spending money like the government. I examined a 90$ straw purse in
Belk that was the identical twin of one I saw (and rejected) at
Walmart for 18$. Seriously people, how the hell does any mass
produced item become so highly prized that criminals will kill you in
the parking deck for it? Nothing is that well made or essential and
I don't care whose name is on the label.
I do have to say that, at least in this
particular mall, all the sales people have apparently been trained
NOT to judge the books by their covers. I go out in my usual everyday
duds which, for me, means a denim work shirt, jeans and eight year
old Sketchers 'cause they fit and they are comfortable.
In every shop we went into we were
greeted by the staff in a friendly and respectful manner as if I very
well could have walked into Arhaus or Bang & Olufsen and waved
my arm and said “Have this entire room delivered to my palace by
Thursday and take that old crap with you when you go”. Why not?
They are operating on the assumption that it's entirely possible
that, despite my retired rodeo clown appearance, I could be filthy
rich and fresh in port.
The real reason we were over there was
to catch “
The Place Beyond the Pines” which I won't talk about
much because I suspect (and highly recommend) that a lot of my
readers would rather go see this than say, Evil Dead or the Croods.
I
don't want to be a spoiler. Just go see it soon.
Let's just say I found it to be about
what happens when people cross paths and how some of them make lousy
choices because they have limited their thinking about life's possibilities
and spend too much of their headspace wrapped up in the moment of
“me”. It was intense and emotionally compelling watching actors doing it all with their faces, eyes and body
language - no curtain chewing or special effects needed.
The movie was filmed in and around
Schenectady, New York at the upper reaches of the Hudson Valley.
Homesickness washed over me repeatedly as the camera followed the two
lane blacktops through green tunnels in the lush woods. I'll see it
again for sure.
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