… for looking this good on his 50th birthday, but he probably just end up with some really cool scar.
Jerk.
Why are his Kentucky genes working so well for him?
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George Clooney solidified his spot as one of my favorite actors with his somber character in “The American.” His role was a big departure from his normally playful, smirky, lady’s man to a sober, cold, killer.
One would think I would have loved this movie. I didn’t. I would give The American 2 1/2 stars out of four. If some of the character casting and plot lines wouldn’t have been so contrived this could have been a three star or better film.
Clooney is a gunsmith. His clientele is limited and he trying to be killed by the Swedes while he builds a gun from left over Italian car parts.
When I complain that a movie fails because it’s not logical, she always takes me down with “it’s just a movie.” But I argue back, “but it was a story first.”
Here are the fails.
(SPOILER ALERT)
1. With all the specialized weaponry made and available at any southern gun show, why is it necessary for him to build a weapon from scratch?
2. The assassin he is building the gun for is killer beautiful. Not just attractive or good looking. She is hummana-hummana yummy.
3. George gets his loving from a whore in a tiny mountainside village in Italy. She is gorgeous too. C’mon. If she looked like Kathy Bates, well OK, but… she looked like this…
Violante Placido
4. The weapon he builds comes from car parts he scrounges from a mechanic in the small Italian village.
5. The local priest fathered a bastard.
6. George falls in love with his whore.
7. He wants her to runaway from his life of murder and gun-building forever.
One thing that seem to be far more realistic than most spy thrillers. When George sees someone trying to kill him, he kills them first and anybody that was a witness. There is no dialogue or tet-a-tet. George gets the drop and bang, they are dead. He shoots people in the back, he shoots them – a lot! He is Raid. Kills ‘em Dead.
I want to go to Castel del Monte, L’Aquila, Abruzzo, Italy – no not looking for Violante – to see a mountain village where every home is attached to each other and the mountain by terraces and sidewalks.
No front yards. No street lights.
Cool.
Brett is going through a change of life. His “aha” moment came during the move Up in the Air. The question was posed to the George Clooney character:
“How much does your life weigh?”
Brett decided his needed a weight reallocation and says he is going to give it a go.
I’m slowly starting to remove things from my life that take away from time I can spend with my children.
Since I’m old enough to be Brett’s dad – or much older brother – I recalled how when our kids were growing up, there was no internet and only 3 channels on the television.
As a result, when I got bored, I would snatch the kids and we would have an “adventure” as we called them. At times they would bring it up – and we were off.
Our adventures consisted of lots of planning. This is key. Not because I needed clock-work precision, but because the girls had to think and roam around the house or garage gathering the essential ingredients for the adventure.
If we decided to build a “fort” – a blanket thrown over a card-table – we had to make sure we had proper lighting and sustenance. Who we invited to join us was important too. Would a Cabbage Patch kid fit in? or would this be a Barbie adventure?
When I felt like wandering around the outdoors, our adventure was often to a nearby field. Since we were going to be gone for a “long time” I told the girls, we would always have to carry enough supplies to have a snack. Usually this was one hot-dog, a Bert ‘n’ Ernie jug of Kool-aid and some Fritoes in a baggie.
We would traipse just over a little rise to get out of sight of the houses, find a spot, clear the area of bugs, study a few ants and spiders, gather twigs and then build a tiny little fire to “cook” the hot dog.
But most often our adventure would be in the sandpile. I built a 12′ x 12′ sandpile under the deck to the second level so it was in the shade. I can’t to begin to recall all the projects that we planned and constructed and played with in the sandpile.
I do recall that in the end a monster or earthquake usually destroyed everything.
That was my idea.
