I haven't seen The Great Debaters yet. It's in the theaters which means we can't afford it since we have to finish paying for the BIG TV. Of course the budget is almost balanced since we cancelled the gym membership. Stretch, 1, 2, 3, reach for the remote, Bend, 1, 2, 3, reach for the popcorn. It's a simpler life now.
I'd really like to see it in the theater. One less trip to the coffee shop should pay for it. We like Denzel Washington. I can't think of anything we've seen him in that wasn't at least worth the time.
The Great Debaters sounds like a good movie. A great and tragic story. Peter tried debate last year. There's Lincoln-Douglas debate which is civilised and policy debate which is a contact sport. Contact meaning the spit coming from the debaters mouths as they try to say as much as they can in 8 minutes. Peter did policy debate. The first time I saw it I almost ran out screaming. I would have except I had foolishly volunteered to be a judge which says something about how much it means at the novice level. He tried varsity this year but I forbade it. Too much time committment from the parents. Now he has a part-time job in a bicycle repair shop where they hang out and listen to loud music and goodness knows what else. No real marketable skills but then I don't have to get up early to take him to practice.
We saw Mission Impossible III with TC Cruise. Putting aside the objections to TC and especially putting aside the objection to the PG-13 rating for a movie that opens with TC and his fiancée in bed together—where the hell is Scientology on the issue of morality? No wonder we're all going to die at the hands of Godless Liberal Communism when the only 3 people who can save us are all Scientologists. Free Entertainment coupon to anyone who name the third after TC and JT.
My real objection was that the critical moment when TC is tied up by the super bad guys his fiancée is being held captive near-by because the bad guys are really bad. They want TC to reveal a secret before releasing her but he has to know she's still alive. So the bad guy holds up his cell phone to TC's ear who promptly bites off bad guy's hand at the wrist and escapes to save the world.
Our dear 80 something year-old mother, sister, aunt, cousin, friend has a cell phone with technology so far advanced over the M-III franchise that if she had been the bad guy we might have been spared the possibility of a sequel to The Hustler. No, wait, that one came first.
But back to MI-III. Yes, Mom's phone has the feature that would have meant she could have held her arm far enough away from TC to avoid getting Scientology cooties.
She has a speaker phone.
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