Richie has been scouring the Redondo Beach Library for documentaries of various such as sky scrapers (how to build one I assume from the jacket copy) and the paintings of Gauguin.
Last night's bill of fare was called Man On Wire and the jacket is a photo of a lonely-looking male wire walker high above the earth (1,300 ft.) on a wire stretching from the South to the North Twin Tower. Something no one will ever be able to do again due to the disaster that was 911.
I have acrophobia big time and I saw the front of the box photo as described above and I thought, "Oh, God, I don't want to see this!" and wondered how quickly I could hide behind the covers of the book I was reading.
But then! I saw yesterday's announcement of his 70th birthday which prompted me to think, "Well, hellfire and damnation he survived it! There's no gruesome footage of a big splatter on a sidewalk!" Conclusion: it could be watched. So we did. And since much of it was documentary, frankly it was rather boring.
I wondered if there was a fictional documentary which would include dialogue, love affairs, background … all of the things that make life more interesting. There is! it's called "The Walk" and if you don't have time for a movie, Google "The Walk" plot" and enjoy a much fuller history and ongoing adventures.
Now I want to see that one and rather rue "Man On Wire." And clearly the man is gifted and now I want to see the fully-fleshed story. He did make it to age 70; I can sit and watch his antics in a sort of homage to his good fortune. And the hell with flickers of acrophobia!
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