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What he did to Shakespeare we are doing now to Poland
The first ice cream truck of the season just drove slowly down our street, playing "Turkey in the Straw" and looking slightly lost. Hestia watched it intently from the front window. She has since turned her attention to the delicious, noisily chirping birds.
Today I feel like crawling back into bed and staying there until I don't have to blow my nose anymore and can swallow without feeling that I encountered a porcupine on the way down, but we have tickets for Ernst Lubitsch's To Be or Not to Be (1942) at the Coolidge tonight; it is being presented in 35 mm for its seventy-fifth anniversary as part of the National Center for Jewish Film's annual festival and there will be a scholarly Q & A afterward, so I am just planning not to shake hands with anyone and hopefully not sneeze at any moment where it would break the comedy. I haven't seen the movie in years and never on a big screen. I believe my mother showed it to me, after we caught the 1983 Mel Brooks remake on TV; it was my introduction to Jack Benny and quite possibly Carole Lombard. My grandparents were still alive. They'd seen it first-run. Films against fascism were not supposed to come around to being relevant again. All the more reason to go pay attention to this one.
Today I feel like crawling back into bed and staying there until I don't have to blow my nose anymore and can swallow without feeling that I encountered a porcupine on the way down, but we have tickets for Ernst Lubitsch's To Be or Not to Be (1942) at the Coolidge tonight; it is being presented in 35 mm for its seventy-fifth anniversary as part of the National Center for Jewish Film's annual festival and there will be a scholarly Q & A afterward, so I am just planning not to shake hands with anyone and hopefully not sneeze at any moment where it would break the comedy. I haven't seen the movie in years and never on a big screen. I believe my mother showed it to me, after we caught the 1983 Mel Brooks remake on TV; it was my introduction to Jack Benny and quite possibly Carole Lombard. My grandparents were still alive. They'd seen it first-run. Films against fascism were not supposed to come around to being relevant again. All the more reason to go pay attention to this one.
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I hope you're feeling at least somewhat (and preferably a lot!) better today. *hugs*