Friday, July 17, 2015
Beat the Heat
Put Anthony Hopkins in the credits and I'm your gal. I did a little more time traveling yesterday when I watched "Bobby" (2006, Hopkins, Harry Belafonte, William H. Macy, and a plethora of well-known actors), about the assassination of Bobby Kennedy at the Ambassador Hotel in 1968. As it happened, I saw the actual coverage on the night it happened. The Kids' dad was getting ready to go on a late-night stakeout, so I was still up and watching TV. I grew up in the "Yes, dear" era. I've always been grateful that voting is done in private, which has allowed me to listen to husbands telling me who I should vote for (for whom I should vote, for the purists), dutifully responding, "Yes, dear," and then going behind the curtain and doing as I darn well please. My straight-ticket Republican husband would have had a hizzy fit if he'd known I'd thrown my ballot to Robert Kennedy that year. (I vote the person, not the party.) At any rate, I was "there" when Bobby was shot. One person who was not portrayed in the film was Rosey Grier. I will never forget the grief on that man's face. It's a film worth watching.
Movies, the older the better, are one way to beat the heat.