Thursday, November 4, 2010

Akron, Cold Beer, and Poor, Poor Thing

I started to walk down the street when I heard a voice saying, "Good evening, Mr. Dowd." I turned, and there was this big white rabbit leaning against a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that, because when you've lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name.

In yesterday's post, I quoted from the wonderful 1950 James Stewart movie Harvey.  Last night I watched the movie with Beloved Spouse and Precocious Daughter.  It was PDaughter's first time viewing it; we figured that after hearing us quote from it for so many years, she should finally see it for herself. 

I'm glad to report she loved it.  I thought she would; what's not to love?  It's got Jimmy Stewart, my favorite actor of all time.  It's got a witty, profoundly glib script based on a Pultizer Prize-winning play.  It's got an extremely talented cast that Hollywood had the good sense to keep largely intact from the stage version (which Hollywood rarely has the good sense to do).  And it's got a six-foot-tall invisible white rabbit in the title role. 

If you've never seen Harvey, do yourself a favor and go buy the DVD.  It will be ten bucks very well spent, I promise you.  If you haven't seen it in a while, do the same - there is little in this world so terrible that it can't be held at bay for a couple of hours by this magical film. 

I'm serious.  Here's a link to buy it.  Here's another one.  Once you get it in your hands, make some popcorn, sit down with some people you really and truly love, and forget about Fox News and medical marijuana and paying for college for a while.  To paraphrase Elwood P. Dowd, Harvey is bigger and grander than anything they can offer you.

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