I have about three hours left before I’ll be picked up by a friend and hauled to the airport for my flight through Phoenix to Indianapolis. I have a severe case of the travel jitters. It’s high anxiety time.
So, I find myself with some time to kill. I seldom actually kill time, I just wound it. Today I subdued some time which would otherwise have doubtless been ill-spent by going to a movie with my hostess, Fran. I was a little leery of the title, Soul Surfer (be prepared to lower your volume to avoid the noisy surf soundtrack on this site) and the subject matter, which you probably already know, but I’ll tell you anyway. Bethany Hamilton, a thirteen year old surfer, suffered the loss of her arm to a shark. That’s more than I really wanted to think about, but there was nothing else fit to watch in the theatre, so I decided to take a chance. I’m glad I did. I seldom label anything as “inspirational” (it takes a lot to inspire me), but this one deserves it. I cried through a lot of it. That’s the “weepy old man” thing.
I’m no movie critic and I’ll not (for once) pretend to know what I’m talking about. I’ll blurt it out anyway. Anna Sophia Robb has a way to go, I’d say. I hope that as she matures she’ll seem more real. At this stage, she’s a fine actor, but seems to me to fall short of the transparency which allows me to suspend all disbelief. Hey, give her a break. She’s got everything going for her. She’s stunning in a girl-next-door kind of way and she’s beginning to figure out how to make us believe. I’d love to be around long enough to see what she can do when she’s thrity-five or forty.
Helen Hunt and Dennis Quaid didn’t seem to be stretched much by their roles and didn’t go for broke. They both made me cry, which is to their credit in my book. Hey, it’s not that hard. Lorraine Nicholson was trying very hard, but didn’t have much to work with in the script. I’d like to see her when she’s more challenged. The rest of the cast was cartoonish, but that can be forgiven. Hey, kiddies, this is a good flick if you can get past the “not Oscar material” flavour. I give it thumbs up, if anybody cares.
I have to admit that the thing which distracted me most was how did they do it? I had some idea that there was major digital trickery involved in the disappearance of Anna’s arm, but it was reasonably well done. If you’re as amused as I am about this, have a look here. I was so wrapped up in the story and busy trying not to make too many sobbing noises that I forgot to look for the give-aways which betray the gimmick. There were a few pretty good surfing scenes, but the rest of the cinematography had “B” written all over it.
Thanks, Fran, for putting up with a peculiar old man, putting a roof over my head and dragging me off to a movie. It’s the cheapest week I’ve ever spent in Honolulu and I had a good time. That’s a rare combination here.
As I was walking along yesterday I saw one of the ridiculously long limos which endless roam the local streets. I’m sure that there must be longer ones somewhere, but I haven’t seen them yet. I snapped this shot:
Never being satisfied with what my camera delivers, I decided I wanted to make it even longer. This should have been relatively straightforward, but I ran into some distortions which I did not like and had to change my mind about what I was doing. What I may have done here is to create the world’s longest Alfa Romeo:
At least that’s what it reminds me of. I had to remove the front license plate, because it was so distorted by the transformations that it gave away the gag. That huge lower lip makes it look as if it’s pouting.
If I were going to name this it would have to be the Carmen Miranda Hibiscus.
I won’t think about that too long. I’m reminded of the early Star Trek episodes in which the ship’s computer would warn Spock, “Prepare for recursion.” Google failed to return any reference to that in Star Trek.
I’m scheduling this post to be published while I’m winging my way across the ocean. As usual, I may seem to be here, but I’m really not.