HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY
In honor of this annual Great Occasion, we watched "The Quiet Man" with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara last night. It was made in 1952 when TECHNICOLOR! was apparently still new (and garish.)
The magic had vanished and the tarnish on the screen was vividly apparent to all. John Wayne just walks around being John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara does a splendid version of a startled doe - face shows horror, feet take flight. We mostly saw the back of her, speeding away across the fields and through the hedge rows. I estimate she lost a good 10 lbs. shooting this movie due to the almost incessant running she did. Not an Oscar appearance unless running was suddenly a contributing factor.
Tonight's excitement is "Waking Ned Devine" made 46 years later (1998) and I remember it as reasonably funny. At least it concerns itself with a new plot line - winning lottery ticket causes heart attack; machinations by the locals to profit.
Several of the Thurs. Writers have vowed to reunite after our regular meeting to hoist a glass or a soup spoon (the Pitcher House serves food as well as drink and their chicken tortilla soup got raves last time we met there) to dear ould St. Paddy, may the Good Lord bless his heart.
I think he's earned praise all these long years because he ran the snakes out of Ireland and for that alone, he should be revered.
OT I told Richie yesterday that if he dies a natural death, I am going to deserve a reward for Hugely Restrained Murderous Rage. This may be a common remark among the marrieds; only you and your spouse know; as am not conducting a survey. Lock away the cutlery and have a great ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
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