Luckily, I didn’t have to sit around moping about the Yankees and what might have been. I had a full plate of previously scheduled activities, thanks to my membership in the Santa Barbara Film Festival’s Cinema Society. This morning’s screening was “127 Hours,” the forthcoming film from Oscar-winning “Slumdog Millionaire” director Danny Boyle. Opening next month, it’s based on the book by Aron Ralston.
You know. The guy who was trapped by a boulder while hiking in Utah and had to amputate his own arm? Not a very uplifting story, you’re thinking, but think again. Boyle has taken Ralston’s harrowing experience and, while preserving the suspense and drama of the ordeal, actually manages to find humor in it and force you to come away feeling that life is worth living! Here’s the trailer.
James Franco gives a performance that’s sure to get him nominated for an Oscar. So unless you have a wicked case of claustrophobia watching people in tight spaces or can’t deal with one very graphic scene (you can always hide your eyes during it), I highly recommend the movie.
Afterwards, there was a reception for Danny Boyle. So I spent the afternoon mingling, eating tasty hors d’oeuvres and trying to forget that my team would not be playing Game 7 tonight.
I was doing fine until someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, “So much for your Yankees. May they rest in peace.”
I whirled around and said, “They’re not DEAD. They just lost.”
I must have put some serious attitude on my response because the person moved away very quickly and started talking to another guest. Obviously, I need to do a better job of getting a life than I thought.
Tonight is a friend’s birthday dinner. I had told her I couldn’t come, thinking there would be a Game 7, but now I’ll be in attendance. I will try to smile a lot and not snap at anybody. I really will.