The 'Fesser glumly observed last night that when we were young, if a movie had adult content and situations that usually meant, say, Beverly D'Angelo and a hot tub. What no one tells you is that when you grow up, real adult situations involve health insurance and jobs and any number of unsexy things. And nobody wants to make a movie about that. Not even most documentarians.
He's right. Film is rooted in escapism.
Here's the thing. Right now my beloved cat is in my lap. She has terminal liver cancer. And in the next few days, the 'Fesser and I will be moving house. I intentionally don't talk about my personal life here, but lately it's gotten so overwhelming that I won't have much time to talk about anything else. We're talking absolutely rated R for real life adult content.
So I think a hiatus is in order, and I will see you in a week.
