Monthly Archives: March 2020

Adaptability, Covid-90, and Poking Ant Hills…

So I read today that Wrestlemania 36 is happening this whole week long – only without an audience. Why not? Jimmy Fallon is broadcasting in an empty studio. So is the gam show Jeopardy.  Some experts are even predicting that this will bring in even bigger virtual audiences, because right now we are all hungry for a little bread and circuits in our cerebral diet. We need something to distract our minds from the crisis that surrounds us all.
empty Jeapordy Studio
Now, I haven’t watched wrestling in a long time – but 35 years ago I watched the first Wrestlemania on a beat-up VHS tape. I remember how blown away I was by seeing all of those people in the audience. Even wished I could be there. These days I don’t watch it at all. I won’t say I outgrew it, I just got burned out by that whole run of soap-opera style backstories.
 
Still, the thought of Wrestlemania 36 going on for a whole freaking week, without a single member in the audience, is mind blowing. The thought of our whole world suddenly becoming virtual, it is weird beyond measure.
 
What’s a little funny to me today is how I don’t see as much news out there this morning. I kind of think that this whole situation is becoming a little normal. We are all getting used to it. I mean, I know that I am. It is becoming business as usual.
 
In some ways that’s beautiful. That speaks of the adaptability of us humans as a species. We get used to shit. Wars, depressions, plagues – nothing phases us for long. Rain fire down upon us and we’ll all start carrying asbestos parasols.
 
But I’ve got the kind of brain that likes to poke a stick at an ant hill, and I wonder how all of this is going to play out.
 
I am NOT running around and screaming that the sky is falling, but today I am thinking about how I have always been bothered by the sight of all of the palm people out there, walking around on the sidewalks and sitting on the buses, all staring at various devices in their palms. I always felt to myself that humans were becoming just a little bit too virtual, a little bit too separate from each other. I’m no different, mind you. Last summer I got my first cell phone. Quite a few years before that I jumped into reading e-books. So I’ve got my own palm-staring habit – but it still worries me a little. This COVID shit is likely to push us even further away from each other.
 
Or it just might bring us all together.
 
Let’s just wait and see, shall we?
wrestlemania
Yours in Storytelling,
Steve Vernon
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THE MAN WHO KILLED HITLER AND THEN THE BIGFOOT – a review

I watched a movie this morning, a Sam Elliott flick that I really kind of enjoyed. It is the kind of movie that you will have to stop and think about. Some folks are going to love this movie and some folks are going to hate it. Funny enough, that is the kind of movie that I really seem to enjoy the most.
Okay, so this is one of those movies that you really have to think about.
 
First off, there’s that title – THE MAN WHO KILLED HITLER AND THEN THE BIGFOOT.
 
That title intrigued me, right from the get-go. I took a look at the trailer on Youtube and there was this voice-over, talking about how this fellow’s grandfather had always told stories that kept getting wilder and wilder and wilder and I began to think about BIG FISH or SECONDHAND LIONS – movies that are stories that are told about stories. That put me into a wanna-watch kind of mind, because I love both of those movies. I thought it was going to be about Sam Elliott’s grandson trying to figure out if his grandfather was the world’s biggest liar or the world’s biggest hero.
 
Only it turned out that the trailer was a bit of a red herring. The character who actually says the voice-over dialogue isn’t related to the protagonist (Sam Elliott) at all.
 
This movie is an allegory and a character study about a man who has come to the end of his road and is trying to weigh his achievements against what it cost his soul.
 
Some of you folks are going to find it a little dull and boring. Some of you folks are going to love it.
 
It is a crap shoot as to what part of the audience you are going to fall into.
 
Me, I kind of dug it. It had some weaknesses and I felt they should have got into the whole Bigfoot hunt part of the story a lot sooner in the script, but Sam Elliott really delivered some solid acting – maybe some of the best he has ever turned in. The dialogue is moody, thick and ridden with meaning – kind of like stirring a shot of good whiskey into a tall mug of strong dark coffee. You have to listen and chew over it slowly. This isn’t a root beer and cheeseburger kind of a movie. This is more like an inch of solid steak, that you want gnaw upon while you ponder out the story.
 
I’d watch it again. A lot of folks wouldn’t. I borrowed the flick from the public library so it didn’t cost me a single thin dime – but I might have to pick up a copy some day just to watch on a rainy afternoon.
 
Yours in storytelling,
 
Steve Vernon
Bigfoot Sam Elliott