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Saturday morning on the way home from my shift at 5 a.m. I stopped at the store. As I paid for my groceries, the cashier asked if my day was starting or ending. Since the true answer, a little bit of both since I grab a 3-hour nap before returning to my day job, was more involved than she was looking for, I just smiled and said "Ending." Close by was a vaguely Eastern European-looking man who jumped in. "I always wonder the same thing too when I see people at this time of day. My day is also ending." I felt like I was part of some secret club: the in-between people. He walked me all the way out to the parking lot, expanding on the admittedly miniscule thread of what we had in common. Unnecessary, but sweet.
I think people look at me differently when I'm in scrubs, like I work with hospice patients or something. Once a Wendy's drive-thru cashier noticed the togs and smiled benevolently, murmuring, "God bless you." Again unnecessary (and a bit misplaced), but sweet.
And Sunday, my favorite day of the week basking in the relaxed afterglow after my 48-hour work weekend, Tery and I watched The Darjeeling Limited. She wasn't terribly impressed. I, on the other hand, ( ::was:: )
My only possible complaint was that Bill Murray was sadly under-utilized. He is to Wes what Johnny Depp is to Tim Burton, in my opinion.
I think I related to this more than Anderson's other movies thanks to the brothers' familiar picayune bickering and sniping. Sadly, I think it would take much more than a trip across a foreign country to repair our family.
Despite this, I absolutely loved it, and I don't think that's just the feel-good Sunday talking. Detractors call Wes a one-trick pony, but I can't get enough of his off-center cinematography, quirky quiet humor, dramatic slow-motion and obscure Rolling Stones soundtracks. An enthusiastic 4.5 out of 5.
I think people look at me differently when I'm in scrubs, like I work with hospice patients or something. Once a Wendy's drive-thru cashier noticed the togs and smiled benevolently, murmuring, "God bless you." Again unnecessary (and a bit misplaced), but sweet.
And Sunday, my favorite day of the week basking in the relaxed afterglow after my 48-hour work weekend, Tery and I watched The Darjeeling Limited. She wasn't terribly impressed. I, on the other hand, ( ::was:: )
My only possible complaint was that Bill Murray was sadly under-utilized. He is to Wes what Johnny Depp is to Tim Burton, in my opinion.
I think I related to this more than Anderson's other movies thanks to the brothers' familiar picayune bickering and sniping. Sadly, I think it would take much more than a trip across a foreign country to repair our family.
Despite this, I absolutely loved it, and I don't think that's just the feel-good Sunday talking. Detractors call Wes a one-trick pony, but I can't get enough of his off-center cinematography, quirky quiet humor, dramatic slow-motion and obscure Rolling Stones soundtracks. An enthusiastic 4.5 out of 5.
