Filed under: Film

A joke for The Forest

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. 

Happy. And Sad. And Happy... Maybe.

So we all found out this week that the local movie theater, which has been closed for at least a year, will be making a come back. At least one screen of the three will be showing the moving pictures by the end of the year and some more political wrangling will determine what else happens with the rest of the building. When I hear the term "mixed use" I tend to worry, but perhaps, just this once, I won't. Until then I'm bound to cursing all of the semi-local mexaplexes that refuse to show any films worth seeing. So, methinks a train ticket (or a dozen) is in my future. That's the happy. A good friend is leaving and as such my week will from now on seem two days longer than it has in a long time. That's the sad. Uncertainty can be a good thing, depending on the topic, or the person. Or the circumstance. And that's the maybe. Perhaps I will re-watch "The Shawshank Redemption" this weekend, in between all of the working and baseball. "Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane." Or not.