Welcome back
to work
during the holidays.
Today
is the fourth "Monday"
I've had in
two weeks.
Oy.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
Thursday, January 2, 2025
Carry On
The other night I watched the new movie Carry On on Netflix about a TSA agent who foils an evil villain's plot to kill 250 people on a plane with a new Russian nerve gas. Taron Egerton is adorable as the TSA agent. I loved him in The Kingsman series where he help his own with Colin "Mr. Darcy" Firth. I loved Taron as Eddie the Eagle and in Rocketman where he played Elton John. This actor isn't afraid to eccentric goofballs, which is so endearing in the age of actors protecting their brand. How about having the brand of being talented? That works, too.
All of that about Taron is great, but I gotta say I was rooting for Jason Bateman, who was playing the villain. I was hoping Jason's character would knock off the U.S. Representative and her baby along with the other 248 people on the plane. Not that I actually wanted to see all of those people die, but rather the hero has to win, right?
Spoiler alert: Jason Bateman's character dies in the end from his poisonous nerve gas. He gets locked in an airtight storage locker made of glass so we can see his demise. I have to admit I was hoping for a Fatal Attraction ending, where he came back from presumed death. Oh well. Didn't happen.
My blog recently has not lived up to its name. Rough Draft was supposed to be a place where I could write stuff and just say "Fuck it. It might not be perfect or popular, but it is what I am thinking and feeling in a moment." Sort of a written Improv. Recently, I have been writing things, and then hemming and hawing about whether to publish them. That is not the point of this blog. In this post, I was afraid you would think I was a monster for rooting for the villain. Instead, it made me wonder about movies (and life) and who is cast as a good guy and who is cast as a bad guy. Jason Bateman is about my age (he's older than me, for the record) and he's played a tired, old white guy who seems like he is just doing his job, but somewhere along the way his job morphed into something terrible and his brain forgot to tell his conscience. He became really good at this horrible, shitty, evil job that ruins his life and the lives of others, but he keeps doing it. My god, this applies to half of the people I know, but who would admit it? Welcome to middle age.
What do we do? Carry on.
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