Meet me in St. Louis
I'm sitting here in the St. Louis airport (I'm sure it has a more official name to it, but I have no idea what that might be) experiencing a two hour delay. Apparently there are thunder and lightning storms in Boston and all flights out of or into Logan are being put on hold. So that sucks. I usually just fly direct as I hate changing planes and the troubles associated with that, but in this case the airfare was so jacked up (Boston for the Fourth is a big destination) that I had to get a connection and leave at weird times to get a price I could work with. Soon the day will come when I'll be able to use "The Studio's" private jet to get from location to location. For now, I fly commercial...and coach at that.
So to pass my time, I'm watching "The Life Aquatic" on my laptop (downloaded legally courtesy of Movielink, thank you very much). It's OK at best, certainly not as good as Wes Anderson's previous movies. Although I was never a huge Rushmore fan...I know I'm supposed to like it, but I just didn't get what the fuss was. I think I need to rewatch it.
"Aquatic" has some good moments and Bill Murray's line delivery can make the most mundane sentence hysterical. But the movie is just slow and not that funny. Not awful, not great, just there. My favorite character is the guy who plays nothing but David Bowie songs on his acoustic guitar with all the lyrics in French.
You ain't lived until you've heard "Rock n Roll Suicide" sung by a Frenchman on a 6 string Guild.
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