Another quickie, since my whole day has been about movies and I am recovering. We met Cheryl at the Potomac Mills AMC to see The Lost City, and it was delightful in pretty much every way -- smart women with senses of humor, Indiana Jones-Lara Croft type storyline, mentions of the colonialist problems with Indiana Jones-Lara Croft type storylines, lovely scenery, good soundtrack, actors with good chemistry, and Daniel Radcliffe clearly enjoying being an over-the-top villain. Even the one thing I thought was a bummer had been made right by the end of the movie. We all had Impossible Burgers together at a Burger King with broken soda machines after the movie.
Then Paul and I went home to watch the Oscars, which were almost as crazy as the La La Land-Moonlight year courtesy Will Smith who smacked Chris Rock for making a joke about Jada Pinkett Smith's alopecia. Since I love Russell Crowe despite the incident with the BAFTA producer 20 years ago, I will not be canceling Smith, though I really wish he had used his words (after Good Hair, Chris Rock seems like a huge asshole mocking a black woman's hair problems). At least Ariana DeBose won, and Jessica Chastain, and Troy Kotsur and Coda, and Don't Look Up lost everything, and I love that Billie Eilish-Finneas No Time To Die song though I was rooting for Beyonce!
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