Fireworks went off on this street tonight. I could see them from right where I'm sitting now. In someone's backyard, I guess? Anyway, there was lots of noise and sparkles. Of course we're talking kind of late on a Sunday night. In September, after the kids are back in school. So I guess somebody had a little cache left that they hadn't been able to use up in the summer, so they chose to do so tonight. Hey, I can respect that.
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Why it is some people get a sudden uncontrollable urge to set off fireworks on an odd night is one of life's mysteries. Maybe his girlfriend said 'yes' or perhaps in celebration of a birth or some other happy life changing event. All we can know is that someone felt like doing so.
I wanted to tell you I felt bad about having read you the scathing review of 'Cry Macho' when I read a far kinder one on The Spectator today. I've always enjoyed his films and should have known better than to doubt his ability this time. Once again I'll make up my mind after I've seen the movie rather than before. That's always a better plan.
If somebody has fireworks on-hand when the mood strikes them then their neighbors--assuming they have close neighbors--are likely to be treated to a fireworks show. While I notice it I'm not going to be that bothered by it, within reason.
The Spectator reviewer I think unfairly dismisses Sam Raimi's The Quick and the Dead, a gleefully over-the-top Western with some great character acting. Nonetheless, I am curious about Cry Macho. Since it looks like most of the cast is Mexican or otherwise Latin American, Eastwood himself is the only real marquis name for US audiences, which is a bold choice.
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