Signs of Age

I was watching the movie Charade (1963) the other night, and i kept asking myself: why don't filmaker make movies like this anymore? Is it because we no
longer have Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant? I miss that banter between two charming characters; i suppose, like everything else, if it doesn't sell, writers won't write it.

Maybe it's because you can't bring it back, like you can't bring back the cattle drive because of the fences. But in this case: characters like Hepburn and Grant, Myrna Loy and William Powell in the Thin Man movies, it's the fences that  have been taken down, anthropologically speaking, that keep that kind of charm from coming back to the movies.

And maybe it should not be tried again; let those movies stand alone as a product of it's time; like the romance of the passenger train.

And who says 21st century artists cannot charm us as well in that genre? I just haven't seen much of it. I do have my opinions about who has potential: i was just watching Jeff Bridges in The Big Lebowski; first of all, he pours powdered non-dairy creamer in his white Russian and it's driving me nuts because that stuff is so hard to dissolve in cold liquids, but i think he has potential.

I 've quit coffee, or rather, coffee has quit me after 30 years. It no longer has much kick, unless i up the dose to dangerous levels. I've switched to black tea to stave off withdrawl headaches and i'll drink that for awhile. Eventually, i want to see what i can do without stimulants; actually, i did some research on caffeine and it could be my cause for that awful achey feeling in the mornings when i'm getting out of bed; i've learned that caffeine doesn't just mess with your brain, it can mess with your body.

So it begins. Thank you coffee, for 30 years of friendship, a truer friend i did not have, you kept me going through good and bad. Next: red meat.