Not a movie I would’ve picked for myself—but the grands had already seen it and chose to watch it again. So, off we went. This was actually the first PG-13 movie we’ve watched together.
The graphics were incredible. Truly impressive visuals. It’s available in 3D, but I’m glad we watched the standard version—no need to intensify the thrills. I was on the edge of my seat through most of it, while Caleb and Charlotte took it all in stride. I’m assuming that’s because it was their second viewing—not because they’re bloodthirsty little creatures. (Though the jury’s still out.)
After we got back this afternoon, I read a piece by Andy Borowitz: “Are We Thinking Too Much About Politics?” And instead of paraphrasing it (I couldn’t do it justice), I’ll just share the part that really hit home:
“We’re all faced with a tricky choice. If we bury our heads in the sand, the dictatorship wins. But if we’re in a constant state of panic, it also wins. It’s hard to mount an effective resistance if your hair’s on fire 24/7.”
“Maybe we should reframe the choice.”
“Well-informed concern and vigilance that lead to action? Good. Relentless doomscrolling and freakouts that induce catatonia? Bad.”
“Now, I’m not here to dispense New Age wisdom. (Full disclosure: I did live in California for 15 years.) But worrying nonstop about politics isn’t just bad for the resistance. It’s bad for your health.”
“When times are this dark, we need to find moments of light.”
Yes, we do.
Meanwhile, a follower of 47’s recently created a meme with him as Superman. MAGA is up in arms over the new Superman movie because—brace yourselves—Superman is portrayed as an immigrant. (You know, because he’s literally not from Earth.)
After watching Jurassic World Rebirth today, I’d say a more accurate comparison would be to the D-Rex—Distortus Rex—a genetically-engineered mutant based on T-Rex DNA. It’s about 26 feet tall, 47 feet long, and weighs 20,000 pounds. It eats people like breath mints.
Do you think D-Rex could outsmart the likes of Scarlett Johansson, Mahershala Ali, and Jonathan Bailey? Personally, I wouldn’t bet on it. But the chaos it causes feels... oddly familiar.
My moment of light today? Time with the grands—Caleb and Charlotte. That, at least, is real. And really good.
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