Movie Night!

We cling to and cherish what constants we can find in our lives.

Well…..maybe not death and taxes…but most of ‘em.

For example, these are some of the verities upon which I depend;

• Melinda Dillon will forever be Ralphie’s mom, possessor of all wisdom concerning the ocular hazards of Red Ryder BB guns.
• Richard Dreyfus will forever haunt the drive-in restaurant and eat popsicles with Wolfman Jack and just miss life-diverting appointments with Suzanne Somers.
• Francois Truffault will forever make films about making films with Jacqueline Bissett and the exquisite Valentina Cortese in the totally sunny South of France.
• Terri Garr will forever be Buck Henry’s befuddled date in the Steve Martin comedy short; The Waiter.
• Bob Balaban will always be an outraged community orchestra director in Blaine, Missouri.

I sleep better knowing these things are forever true.

Then along comes Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

Everything I thought I knew about these people…forget it.

Plus, there are visitors from outer space pickin’ up hitchhikers.

Double plus, I can hum the alien theme song.

I love it.