Run, Pedro, Run
Once I see a movie, it gets filed way way in the back of my microfesh mind vault, which stays locked....for...ever.
When I attempt to relate the story line, or even a part there of....... well, it gets all long and involved and full of irrelevant detail and pretty soon I have lost my train of thought and my audience and well, you know.
Which leads me to the movie Giant. My first big blockbuster movie. With big blockbuster movie stars. A big epic time line thing with Elizabeth Taylor and Rock Hudson and James Dean and some (almost) pretty good acting. Of all the great stuff going on in that movie, the best scene for me was 'The Thanksgiving dinner'....being forewarned about my desultory thought process, I shall now describe this movie, as best I can....
Leslie (Liz) takes the children home to her family farm (horse ranch) in Kentucky or Virginia or Tennessee. She is taking a break from Bick (Rock) because he is mostly ignoring her and being a little too mysognistic for her fiesty overindulged self.
At the family farm, we are treated with beautiful bucolic scenes of green pastures and white fences complete with a stately white Kentucky,Virginia,Tennessee mansion with the children riding beautiful little horses, playing on rolling vibrant green lawns and feeding farm animals which included a turkey name Pedro.
Fade to the Thanksgiving dinner table. Leslie (Liz) is unhappy because she forgets why she is mad at Bick and misses her hunka hunka man. Her parents are all unhappy, about what, I cannot remember. But the children, all cute and dressed like Indians native Americans, were the only happy ones...
UNTIL, the eyerolling servant grandly enters the dining room presenting a huge platter holding the turkey. A look of horror spreads amongst the children as they realize this is Pedro....whom I guess was a pet after all.
The room now is awash with unhappy folk, but the children trump the adults in unhappiness because they can cry louder and scrunch of their faces better.....
If you have stuck with me this far.
Have a happy one.
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