I knew I was incapable of seeing the new Clint movie. (Aside from choosing not to see his movie, I just cannot handle the father/daughter story. (lesson learned after watching the “daughter watches her father die” scene in Beasts of the Southern Wild. (FAB movie. So sorry for my friends’ mortified feelings who took me to see that one. They didn’t know. And it was such a good movie.)))
Anywho…. The Master—-I knew nothing about it. The acting, I can say, was superb. And I so totally could see this again a time or two and still have deep thoughts. Ironically enough, though, it still tied me to the padre of the past three months. Let’s just say that I had some much-too-loud and inappropriate laughter when “the master” was lecturing incoherently. Egads. How interesting life can be.