We had exactly two children trick or treat at our door last night. Oh, well. We watched War of the Worlds, and then Antique Road Show. I don't know which was scarier. Some very valuable items are in amazingly hideous taste. Like the cabbage teapot with the snake. Or the cans of food from the 1800's. On the basis of last night's show, I should search through my most hideous pieces and put them on display. I don't think so.
I have a voice lesson today, and then my granddaughter, whom I'd like to take to Puss N' Boots, if the showtime is right. She's a Shrek fan. She may be too exhausted from candy and sanctioned begging at doors. We'll see.
It figures that the scariest thing about the remake of War of the Worlds is Tim Robbins, not the hammerhead aliens. We like to focus on the other, but it's our own species is what does us in. And Tom Cruise is frightening as a Dad in charge of his own kids with Mommy away. Yet he comes through, though terrified, and I think it's what we hope we'd do as well. We have no confidence, but we hope we won't give up, no matter what, not when our kids are involved. I like the message that heroes are not people who aren't scared, they are people who act while they're scared out of their wits. All through the movie I was thinking of earthquakes (with the ground heaving up it was impossible not to, at least to a West Coast person) and what I would be capable of doing. Could I stay calm? Probably not, but I might be able to do a good imitation. I hope I never have to be put to the test.
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