EXCEPTIONAL MOVIES

We have a great movie multiplex in our town.  Seniors pay only $4.00.  My wife and I attend movies whenever there is playing something we might enjoy; but we don't expect much - just entertainment. 


There is a difference between great movies and entertainment.  

Today's movies are full of special effects, and some are spectacular.  But, take away the special effects, graphic violence and non-stop action, you find the story line is thin and the acting is mediocre.  

These are my pick for movies with great scripts and exceptional acting.  











































































These are the Ol'Buzzard's pick for quality movie watching.   I can watch them over and over across the years and never get tired of them.  


Unfortunately, with today' dumbing down of story content we have set a standard for movie goers.    Most young people today could not sit through most of my movie pics.   They would be board with the story and not appreciate the exceptional acting.


the Ol'Buzzard 

WHO IN THE PLUPERFECT HELL DUG ALL THESE HOLES

Who in the pluperfect hell dug all these holes – and I wish he would stop digging.

 

One of my favorite movies – a classic in black and white – is God’s Little Acre.  

In a way I identify with that movie, except instead of digging the holes, I have spent my life filling them in. 

I just had my septic tank pumped out and the kaka pumper man said that judging by the level in the tank I may need to replace my drain field in the near future: four or five grand.   

I have always looked down the road and believed I could see smooth riding ahead; but when I get there some son-of-a-bitch has filled the road with more holes.

  

I get a good income tax return and a cap falls off a tooth…   It seems there is always something to keep my head just above water level.

I have rolled past the hump of my seventh decade but unlike Tietie l don’t have the undying confidence that there is gold at the bottom of the next hole.  

Don’t get me fucking wrong.   I am a fortunate person and I know it.   I am in good health for my age; I have had great adventures; I am married to a beautiful young wife; I live in rural Maine in an area I love; I can still ride my scoot; I have two Maine Coon Cats and a bottle of John Jameson whiskey on the cupboard. 

But son-of-a-bitch, it would be nice if Tietie would quit digging holes.

Maybe I need to catch me an albino – and make him look through the ground and tell me the drain field is all right.

the Ol’Buzzard