alright then, penn

watched the sundance iconoclasts, penn and krakauer, with my son today,

he with one of his keyboards on his lap playing it below the volume of the tube.

compelled me to push forward to tonight  our mini-roadtrip to see into the wild.

so we took a drive.  .

there are more than enough reviews, …so let me just say that i am infinitely

appreciative of passion excellence in life & art.  that which transcends the moment.

and tonight was no exception:  we went to dinner afterward and i couldn’t eat;

the chapter by chapter faces of mccandless replaying all over my mind.

if u wana wait to see this flick on dvd, …well maybe you shouldn’t wait at all….

…take a drive.  most of the audience tonight stayed in their seats until the final credits.

…….& the vedder songs……..

only bummer is our sons opted out.  one had a birthday sleepover & the other chose to go

to a halloween party with friend.  i couldn’t possibly give a rat’s ass about the halloween party,

but he went with a girlfriend; an earnest and inspired, modest yet sporty girl with intent cobalt

eyes and an easy smile. …how could i deny him (or her) that? if the local theatres

eventually come to their senses and opt to screen it, we’ll all see it together.

if not, then we’ll own it on dvd and watch it every now and then.

might even have to think about giving the pledge another chance, …if i can convince

myself that the little girls’ grief-stricken sad dead eyes won’t irk & haunt me for weeks afterwards

again.  maybe i’ve grown older and colder and bitter enough, in the bushco years, to be

somewhat less effected by so grimly affecting a poignantly staged scene.

one more thing:  got to hand it to emile hirsch.  no doubt mr. penn wrung every ounce out of him. 

how much of a fast did he have to endure to appear that emasculated?  every one of sean penn’s films

seem to wrench everything available out of the cast.  they bleed a heck of a lot out of the audience as well,

&...that’s probably why i’d drive 60 miles again to see the next one.  but, heheh, it’s like…if sean penn

says, “do you want to read for this part? i think it’s you.”  if you have a lick of sense, you go

frightnight pallid …and scream, “NOOOOOOOOO,” & run for your life….