Quality time with Abel
Karin drove to Cleveland to see Weird Al in concert for the second time in two years. Daniel and Samuel slept over at their grandpa’s. Abel remained with me. I took advantage of the relative quiet and put on half of The Brutalist. At intermission (yes, that’s the kind of movie it is), we went to the neighborhood’s new Popeyes; then, we came home and finished the movie. Abel slept through most of the second part. He slept the rest of the night, too, except for brief awakenings to suck from his bottle. He was lively, early the next morning. When he was hungry, he said Ma, ma, ma, ma, and I knew I was no proper mother substitute.
The Brutalist is long and arbitrarily plotted but has some great scenes, none better than the “Statue of Liberty” scene near the beginning.
Was it really made for just $10 million? That’s amazing.
I waited for months to see it, but I have to say, Anora is better.
The Brutalist is long and arbitrarily plotted but has some great scenes, none better than the “Statue of Liberty” scene near the beginning.
Was it really made for just $10 million? That’s amazing.
I waited for months to see it, but I have to say, Anora is better.