The Bobs of The World

After a rough weekend, I took a long walk on the beach to clear my head.  I’ve walked that stretch of beach known as ‘Hole in the Fence’ for 15-plus years.

All of a sudden, a weathered man named Bob, emerges out of a beat-up van with a huge smile and bestows me with not one, but two bouquets of discount flowers from Trader Joe’s.  He may have even found  them dumpster diving.  Doesn’t matter. They are some of the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever received.  Judging from his van and its contents, I’m guessing Bob’s van is not his home away from home.  But rather his home.

It still doesn’t matter.  Bob is one of the richest guys I’ve ever met.

Thanks Bob for filling that hole in my Monday with an act of kindness.

Happy Monday to the Bobs of the world.

#flowerpower #MondayMonday #Bobsrule #whataboutbob

Bob's bouquet

American Snapshot

What a year.  It’s only mid February yet we’ve already had record breaking January box office sales, the American Sniper debate and of course, fumble gate. The stage was set for more recording breaking audiences with Super Bowl ratings. And we delivered.   Over 100 million viewers witnessed a play that will be discussed for decades. Oh heck, possibly centuries. Long after were gone.

Then came the Grammys, Kanye, the Sponge Bob upset and some serious Grey matter.

Up next – the Oscars.  The crème de la creme.  The highest achievement in entertainment.

But the image that will stay with me for the rest of my life took place in a local theater on a cool California evening.

It had nothing to do with big budget films or high priced athletes or entertainers; box office tallies or football rallies.

The mood was somber even as movie goers settled in for the most talked about film of the Oscar season – American Sniper.   There was no sense of urgency to get that mega popcorn and drink; or scan that latest text.  This was a different kind of movie.

When Bradley Cooper locked eyes on his target; we locked eyes on him.

American Sniper

American Sniper  Copyright 2015 Warner Bros.

For over two hours, nobody spoke a word. Nobody even checked their Iphones.  As the final credits rolled, grown men and women got up in silence. No small talk, no armchair critics. No political debates or rants – or raves, for that matter.  Just the sound of silence. A rare commodity in this day and age.

As we spilled out into the lobby, my husband ducked into the adjacent men’s room.

Then it happened.   A scene that played out on the small screen of  real life.

My husband came out of the men’s room with tears in his eyes. Visibly shaken. When I pulled him aside, he whispered…”Grown men are in there weeping.”

It was just too much for them. Even more than any Super Bowl play, or trophy or award.  Imagine that.

 

The Theory of Feeling

Sometimes we’re pleasantly surprised.  Sometimes we’re blown away.  The difference – mind boggling.

I barely made it through my Earth Science class in college, so Quantum Physics was not in the equation.

Like most of us, though, I know about stars.

George Clooney, Brad Pitt.  Steve McQueen, Stephen Hawking.

But now I’m star struck.  How often do you get to walk out of a theater in awe?

The Theory of Everything

Copyright 2014   The Theory of Everything – Working Title Films

The James Marsh film, The Theory of Everything, blindsided me to a different world for 123 minutes.  By theater screening standards these days, that’s a long film. Yet, time flew by.

The closest thing I come to physics is my friend, Vikki – a Make-up Artist on the award winning hit TV show, The Big Bang Theory.  When we get together for lunch, topics range from Malibu surf breaks to cosmetology.  Not the world’s most renowned Cosmologist and Physicist.

Of course, I knew of Stephen Hawking, the genius and the Big Bang Theory.  Stephen Hawking is a household name.

But I didn’t know about Stephen Hawking, the human being.

Screenwriter Anthony McCarten and Jane Wilde Hawking, author and ex-wife, weave their talents into an odyssey that’s both heartbreaking and uplifting.  And oh so complicated.

Director James Marsh crafts a biographical film about a genius. Then makes it a love story about life itself.  Of course, it’s all relative.  But without feeling, it’s merely academic.

Mr. Marsh captures that emotion, sense of humor and vast enthusiasm of Stephen Hawking, the man.  Portrayed luminously by British actor Eddie Redmayne – a  32 year old wise beyond his years.  It’s difficult to comprehend the depth and physicality for the role of Stephen Hawking.  To get inside his head.  And stay there.

I imagine Hawking, Redmayne and Marsh have a lot in common.

Brilliant Physicist.  Brilliant actor.  Brilliant film.

 

And here’s to you, Mr. Nichols…

Yesterdays  forecast hint at a chance of  rain.  A rain of tears in the passing of Mike Nichols –  the husband, father, friend, colleague and Director that leaves behind a graduate as well.

Not just any graduate.  The Graduate.

Based on the novel by Charles Web, the 1967 iconic film, The Graduate,  swept the Oscars for Best Picture, Best Director (Mike Nichols), Best Actor (Dustin Hoffman) and Best Actress (Anne Bancroft).

The Graduate.  It sounds so important, so official.  Disciplined. Confident.

So who better than Dustin Hoffman to play the role of the most insecure college graduate to ever walk off a campus?

Screenwriters Buck Henry and Calder Willingham penned it so well.  “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.”  As college grad Benjamin Braddock  wonders aloud if the sophisticated Mrs. Robinson  would even entertain such a notion.   Seduce her daughter’s boyfriend?  A young man half her age?   Benjamin?Benjamin Graduate

Back then, actor Warren Beatty would have easily nabbed the 1967 ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ cover.  But this?   This was Dustin Hoffman.

Ironically, that same year, The Graduate was up for Best Picture against two of the sexiest, ruthless  outlaws in the biographical film, Bonnie and Clyde.   Bonnie (Faye Dunaway) and Clyde (Warren Beatty) both got Oscar nominations for their lead roles in the Oscar nominated film as well.

So why can’t I stop smiling?

Because with Mike Nichols, the Director, we could expect the unexpected.

In reality,  Dustin Hoffman was 30 years old when the film debuted.   Anne Bancroft was only seven years older.  But her suburban aura and his naivety onscreen were toxic; yet painfully funny.  And of course, Simon and Garfunkel’s lyrics and music underscored the roller coaster of emotions that Mike Nichols captured for audiences.

Worldwide.  For decades.

In the end, even Bonnie and Clyde were no match for Mike Nichols’s graduate.

 

 

 

 

Gold Fingers

This may sound shallow because I am shallow –  but I have really enjoyed the Sage Kotsenburg interviews.

And yes, I’m a snowboarder with a couple of broken bones and a huge heart for the sport. But that’s not it.  Well, maybe a little.

But it’s him. His character.  His “I can’t believe I did it” smile.  Oh hell, let’s not beat around the bush.

It’s a shit eating grin. And why not?    Sage Kosenburg

Not only did he win a gold, it was the first gold in the entire Sochi Olympics!

As he grins ear to ear, he wraps his fingers around that gold medal. The richest gold per ounce. Gold that represents years of hard work, day in and day out. When nobody is watching. Or worse, when the whole world is watching the ‘agony of defeat’.

And of course, we can’t forget the coveted Oscar. Another gold of excellence. As Academy members  met today for their annual Oscar lunch, more gold medals were racking up in Sochi.

After all, this week is Sochi week.

Like skiing, snowboarding, skating – so many sports – we will fall over and over if we’re ever going to improve. I hate that part. Most of the time.

Some falls remind us not to take ourselves or life too seriously. Other falls remind us to take everything more seriously.

The Olympic podium reminds everyone, all over the world, rich or poor, that the only way we can excel, is by picking ourselves up after the fall.

Congratulations to all the gold, silver and bronze medalists.  Regardless of your country.

After all, this is the Olympics.

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