just another friday night, sitting around watching another western…
this isn’t really a western, it’s more a depressing mountain man story. robert redford, and man, his life really stinks.
it’s nearing eleven p.m. and i guess the question is WHY am i watching this, when i should be watching some comedy that has a decent chance of being somewhat entertaining, and at least, not depressing?
because kevin continues to convalesce, i keep renting movies for him. lots of westerns. old westerns, new westerns. i didn’t realize there were so many new westerns. many of them are bad (according to kevin; i don’t generally watch the westerns).
but tonight i got home and kevin had just started “jeremiah johnson” and i said, is it depressing? because just the first few shots, they looked like they were depressing. no, he said. but he’d only seen the movie once, THIRTY YEARS AGO.
so…jeremiah has come across a woman who has gone crazy because she saw her children being slaughtered by indians, and then his wife and child (his kind of adopted child; the crazy woman thrust him upon robert) were slaughtered also by indians, and then he went crazy himself and burned down the home that he built all by himself and it seemed to take a very long time to build and it was pretty nice for a log cabin and then there’s a kind of long montage of him killing the crow indians, one by one, because they killed his wife and child..
i’m just hoping it’ll be over someday.
robert redford is now very, very depressed and sad. his makeup looks a little bit fakey, but he’s very sad nonetheless.
he’s eating a rabbit that he has cooked over a fire.
please, please let it end.
someday.
amen.
friday grace.