Though the skies were darkening up and the thunder was pounding in the distance, I shortened up the workday and headed out for supper and a movie.
First stop was a Japanese Steakhouse for beef teriyaki and pork sayogoshi. The atmosphere was peaceful and happy with gentle piped-in music. That is, until a young kid let out a blood-curdling, Janet Leigh-worthy scream. It wasn’t apparent where the screaming came from, but when a hibachi table burst into flames to my right, and those flames licking well above the dividing wall, the “hidden” kid let out another scream. Kid was scared of the fire, the adults were laughing—
“No more fire. No more fire,” the blue-capped chef assured all. And everyone at the table laughed again.
With our meal finished, we walked down the street to the show. We had advance tickets to see the new World War II film, “Dunkirk.” I was excited to see it, as I read that it was darn good. The film tries tells the true story of over 325,000 English and French troops who were penned in at Dunkirk, France in 1940 by the Germans and the small boat rescue of said troops by civilians, where the governments couldn’t produce.
I enjoyed the cinematography, and what scenes were computer generated were well done. Yet, overall, the film left me somewhat flat; the ending just didn’t make me stand up and cheer (as some war pictures do for me) – though in real life, this rescue was what Winston Churchill called “a miracle.” The film didn’t convey that.
This movie was a dud for me.
It will be interesting how the rest of the movie-going public assesses “Dunkirk” when it’s released tomorrow, July 21st.
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