
...Frankie, my childhood muse. Actually, I don't know which came first - the dog or the witch story but either way, I liked the name Frankie. I have no idea why.
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Mmmm...appetizing, right? NOT!
From the first time we saw the trailer for Gran Torino, Sid and I agreed that it looked like an amazing film we would both love to see. We were not in such agreement about WHEN to see the film, however. As I mentioned in a previous post or two, I have been feeling the blues. What kind of blues, you ask? You name it - post vacation, post holiday, post stuffing-my-face-for-two-weeks, post off-my-exercise-routine, and finally, the my-neighbor-got-drums-for-Christmas-that-he-bangs-on-all-day blues. I was pretty sure that a movie about a grumpy old veteran who's wife dies and leaves him alone in a big house in a rough neighborhood where he is not welcome would not do much for my down-in-the-dumps spell. Oh, and I have a theory about movies with dogs in them - they're depressing. Think Old Yeller, I am Legend, Air Bud (don't tell me you didn't cry when the boy hollers at that poor dog to go home), Homeward Bound just to name a few examples.