Friday, March 24, 2017


I am searching for words.

Kind of like Casey Affleck - searching for words.

But there aren’t any.

I just watched “Manchester by the Sea”.

I had been waiting for it to arrive – yes, I still get DVDs from Netflix via snail mail.  But I’m old-fashioned like that.

I watched.

I cannot stop walking around in circles asking myself, “What the heck was that?”

It wouldn’t have been anything much, except this acting won an Academy Award.  Yep – Mr. Affleck got the big A for this performance.  Yes – really.

I would have bet my boots that Mr. Denzel Washington had hit the jackpot with “Fences”.  I saw it the day it was released and I have never – I mean never - witnessed a performance like Mr. Washington gave in that movie.  Pure brilliance.

So, when Mr. Affleck’s name was called for the piece de resistance, of course, his performance had to be better than Mr. Washington's.


While “Manchester” portrayed a story of heartbreak and heartache and heartache and heartbreak, I’ve never thought there was any true way to describe grief – and, I’m telling you, by God, they couldn’t do it.

As far as I’m concerned, there could have been a stuffed chimp grunting things like, “F this” and “F that” and “I’m sorry” and just plain grunting and it would have passed for the same as this performance.

Mr. Affleck got a very bad script and he did it justice.  (That's not a good thing.)

And Mr. Washington – I’m so so sorry….

I’m still searching for words. 

Kind of like Casey Affleck – searching for words.