Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter G


Hero Man and Missus Lady watched two bank heist movies recently.  I thought that was unusual because they don't normally like that kind of movie. But, then they weren't the usual slick, devilish robbery films with young or younger folks. No. The main characters are in their 70s.  Mewwwwwwww.

One movie was made in England, while the other was based in the United States. The story lines are similar.  The seniors are upstanding citizens who manage to live comfortably on their limited income. Then, pow! their former companies announce that they are doing poorly so they must decrease or stop the monthly current pensions. Mewwwwwww.

Golden Years (2016)

Setting: Southwest England (filming was done in Bristol and the Cotswolds)

Arthur and Martha become criminals by accident. Arthur is standing by the bank door when the armored car guard bumps into Arthur and is knocked out cold. The locked satchel full of money pops out of the truck. Arthur's reaction: Take the money and run. Arthur gives some of the money away to friends anonymously. When Martha finds out what happened, she chooses to join Arthur in robbing more banks. Over time, their friends get into the act, too.

The police officers are bumbling, unsympathetic characters. To us, viewers, that is. I almost wanted Arthur and Martha and friends to get away with their bad deeds. Purrrrrrrr. 



Going in Style  (2017)

Setting: New York City

While the English story felt comfy cozy, the American one was a stylized comedy, probably because of the big-name actors—Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, and Alan Arkin. It seems that if a movie features old fogeys, one or more of these actors are in the film. Going in Style is a remake. The original one starred George Burns and Art Carney. I wonder if that one had more laughs. Purrrrrrrrr.

The idea of robbing a bank comes to Michael Caine's mind after witnessing a robbery at his bank where he was trying to get financial assistance after his pension went kaput. He convinces his friends (Freeman and Arkin) to rob their bank, which wasn't difficult since they no longer had pensions either. The trio are trained the criminal elements by a pet store owner named Jesus. When they finally rob the bank, they get away with over 2 million dollars. Mewwwwwww.

And, yes, the FBI agent solving the robbery, as well as the first bank robbery, is a character one doesn't want to like. 



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Monday, August 21, 2017

Viewing the Solar Eclipse


I woke up to a heavy fog cover this morning. If I didn't know better, I would've said no eclipse for us today.

I knew better.

About 15 minutes before the total eclipse, I put on my sunglasses, grabbed a stool, and went out to sit on the driveway. Molly the Cat followed me out the door but she swerved to the right to stare at the pine cone covered with spider web nudged in the fence.

The Husband came out seconds later. "You aren't going to see anything."

"Sure I will."

He went back into the house only to return with a cup of coffee for me.  Such a guy!

"Where are the cards?" I asked. He had pricked 3x5 cards for us to view the eclipse.

"You're not going to see anything."

"You don't know that."

He sighed. Still, he went inside and fetched the cards.

While he was gone, I looked up into the sky. It sure seemed like I could see the outline of the sun through the fog cover. For sure, the sky was getting darker. The Husband commented that it had been darker when he noticed how much brighter the sky was 20 minutes or so after the fact.

I hope people who drove eight to 10 hours up to Oregon to see the totality of the eclipse were not disappointed.

I wasn't. I enjoyed sitting on my stool on the driveway imagining the total eclipse as I peeped through the pin holes in the Husband's prepared eclipse viewing 3x5 cards.

The next total solar eclipse to be visible in our neck of the woods will be August 12, 2045. Let's see, knock on wood, I shall be eight years shy of a 100. Whooo-hooo!


I'm sharing my silly post at ALL SEASONS, a meme hosted weekly by Jesh at Artworks from JeshStG. Click here to check it out.

P.S. The photo of me is by the Husband.


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter F


Hello ABC Wednesday visitors! 

We're six weeks into the alphabet, so if this is your first time to the blog, welcome. My name is Molly the Cat, and I'm writing movie reviews for this ABCW round. The Missus Lady, one of my humans and the writer of this blog, is letting me try out my words. Nice of her, don't you think?

Missus Lady usually has two or three choices for me to pick from. Today's pick is one that the Missus Lady saw more than several years ago, way before my time. I chose it anyway because the Missus Lady liked it so much, and it introduced her to Gerard Butler. Purrrrrrr.

Dear Frankie (2004)

Setting: Greenock, Scotland

This is a story about a mother who loves her young son so much that she is willing to lie about his father.

Nine-year-old Frankie, his mom, Lizzie, and grandmother are constantly moving because they are running away from Frankie's abusive dad. But, Frankie doesn't know that his dad is a bad dude or that they're avoiding him. Frankie believes that his father is a merchant seaman, and the two write to each other on a regular basis. The truth is Frankie has been  corresponding with Lizzie who postmarks the imaginary dad letters from Glasgow.

Shortly after moving to Greenock, Frankie reads in the paper that the ship that his dad is on will be coming into port soon. Meeewwwwwww. Lizzie gets busy trying to find a seaman to pretend to be Frankie's dad. Enter Gerard Butler's character who Lizzie hires. Frankie meets him, and they instantly hit it off, to Lizzie's amazement and concern.

Will Lizzie and the stranger fall for each other? Will Frankie's dad find him? Will Frankie find out the truth about everything? And, how will he react?

Lots of unconditional love going on in this sweet story. Purrrrrrrrr.



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Saturday, August 12, 2017

No Sale


Before I could end my transaction at the Stationary Box Store, the clerk held up a piece of paper and asked, "Do you know about the store's promotion for a special protection glass for your iPhone?"

"No," I answered.

The clerk continued his spiel. "Wait, wait," I interrupted. "We don't have an iPhone?"

"We still have a flip top disposable phone," the Husband added.

"This glass can protect your watches," said the clerk.

I help up my bare wrists. "We don't wear watches."

The clerk was quite disappointed.

We weren't.

Giggle.


Friday, August 11, 2017

Green Acres


It was so gooooood to get home this afternoon. We spent over an hour stuck on a barely moving rural road, which normally would've taken 10 minutes to drive. I feel sorry for the commuters. They have to deal with this every work day.

We three—the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I—live in an agricultural area in which the only way in and out of town are two-lane highways and back roads. It was not a big deal until maybe five or so years ago when construction of proposed developments approved 20 or so years ago finally went into full force. The building moratorium was dropped, which was imposed because the City had to fix its screwy sewage system.  Bam! Bam! Bam!

The bummer about this is that many people who work in Hollister live other places because they can't afford the homes. As for the people moving into the new homes, they drive the two-lane highways and back roads to Hwy 101, the main highway to the cities where they work. Our roads are essentially impacted teeth.

The Husband and I are not used to sitting in traffic anymore. I didn't even mention the big rig toting two huge trailers that got stuck turning left onto the road. Fortunately for us we were at the beginning of this incident so we managed to scoot around the obstruction before the traffic went kaput. The experience reminded me of inching through the San Francisco city streets to get onto the Bay Bridge exit during commute hours. Triple-packed in a sardine can.

C'est la vie. Yeah.

On a calmer, and happier, note, here's the Husband this evening finding zen with the iPad. He was sitting where the once-upon-a-time shed stood. Can you find Molly the Cat?