Man Hat On Project Progress
By ice rivers
A few less than momentous months pass. Then, out of nowhere, Lynn suggests we go see The Aviator which is screening in the discount house a couple of miles away. The discount house known as Movies 10 is the last stop for feature movies before the brief hiatus when they disappear and are prepared for Netflix etc.
In other words this is their last stand at the box office. The popcorn costs as much as the viewing of the movie which is a straight up perk to the discount chain dispensaries.
I'm not a fan of bio-pics especially if they are built around people and events that I can remember. I always rermember the people and the events depicted as so much more complex and dramatic than the condensed imitations that constitute the majority of biopics.
I already had a full dose of the real Kate Hepburn and wasn't thrilled about watching Blanchett channel Hepburn in a battle of dueling Kates.
The deciding vote as usual belonged to Lynn.
During the showing itself, I fidgeted in my seat. I put my elbows on the back of the seat in front of mine and rested my chin on my palms. Typical sulking jerk exercising a little pent up passive aggression.
We were the only people in the theater.
All of a sudden on the screen, DiCaprio gets out of a plane or a car or something. I'm shocked to see that he's wearing my hat.
I leaned back in my seat.
"That's my hat. DiCaprio's got my hat", I whispered too loudly.
Lynn shushed me.
A little later DiCaprio and the hat appeared again on screen. This time, Lynn whispered to me in a far more appropriate volume, even though we were the only two nuts in in the dark. A light had gone on in her head. "Oh THAT's your hat. I like it."
I said "that is exactly my hat."
I didn't have the words but I had the image, the visual.
Usually when I write, I have the visual and the vocabulary comes to me.
In the case of the hat, I had the image and now so do you but I still can't give you the words.
But we're making progress, ain't we?