early morning emails about Hemingway & Gellhorn
I mean you're trying to write your mother an email and it's about a movie and it's 1:30am and instead of prick, you type "price".
It was a good sentence until I mistyped "prick". I didn't catch it my re-read either. My kingdom for a better ability at re-reading my own writing.
Anyway, I have many, many emotions right now because I just spent three hours watching "Hemingway and Gellhorn". Had I known the movie was 2 1/2 hours (which translates to 3 with wine opening and bathroom breaks because of the wine - also the quoting it on Twitter) and that the film was mostly about loving a drunk (should have guessed that was coming), I probably would have waited until Sunday afternoon to watch it. Instead I started at 10pm tonight, finished at 1am, and am now wide awake with the complexity of it all.
In short, it's not the best biopic I've ever seen, but it is one of the most compelling films I've ever watched. Hell, I have to watch it again. The minute it ended I thought, "Fuck me. I have to watch this again." All of it. Maybe even a third time.
About halfway through this behemoth of an HBO flick, I realized why my mother loved it as much as she did. She watched it last weekend or the weekend before and kept emailing me about it. Like emailing incessantly. My mother only does that when she's moved, and she's always right too.
I'm digressing.
My mother is obsessed with "Hemingway & Gellhorn" because she spent seven years married to a man who drank too much, lied a lot, maybe hit her (she's never admitted this to me and probably never will so I'm just guessing but one time she said something so I'm pretty sure), and basically put her through hell.
That would be my biological father.
And her biggest weakness. (That is a blog post for another day)
I will end this very disjointed blog post that has turned out to be something completely different than what I intended to write with with a summary of sorts...
My mother's first marriage might have resembled the film's portrayal of a dysfunctional relationship in that the husband was drunk, possessive, and arrogant. However, I do know, or can reasonably guess based on the information I do have, that there was much LESS fame, fortune, and bestselling novels than in the film, "Hemingway & Gellhorn".
There was the exact same amount of alcohol though.
It was a good sentence until I mistyped "prick". I didn't catch it my re-read either. My kingdom for a better ability at re-reading my own writing.
Anyway, I have many, many emotions right now because I just spent three hours watching "Hemingway and Gellhorn". Had I known the movie was 2 1/2 hours (which translates to 3 with wine opening and bathroom breaks because of the wine - also the quoting it on Twitter) and that the film was mostly about loving a drunk (should have guessed that was coming), I probably would have waited until Sunday afternoon to watch it. Instead I started at 10pm tonight, finished at 1am, and am now wide awake with the complexity of it all.
In short, it's not the best biopic I've ever seen, but it is one of the most compelling films I've ever watched. Hell, I have to watch it again. The minute it ended I thought, "Fuck me. I have to watch this again." All of it. Maybe even a third time.
About halfway through this behemoth of an HBO flick, I realized why my mother loved it as much as she did. She watched it last weekend or the weekend before and kept emailing me about it. Like emailing incessantly. My mother only does that when she's moved, and she's always right too.
I'm digressing.
My mother is obsessed with "Hemingway & Gellhorn" because she spent seven years married to a man who drank too much, lied a lot, maybe hit her (she's never admitted this to me and probably never will so I'm just guessing but one time she said something so I'm pretty sure), and basically put her through hell.
That would be my biological father.
And her biggest weakness. (That is a blog post for another day)
I will end this very disjointed blog post that has turned out to be something completely different than what I intended to write with with a summary of sorts...
My mother's first marriage might have resembled the film's portrayal of a dysfunctional relationship in that the husband was drunk, possessive, and arrogant. However, I do know, or can reasonably guess based on the information I do have, that there was much LESS fame, fortune, and bestselling novels than in the film, "Hemingway & Gellhorn".
There was the exact same amount of alcohol though.
