I watched The Man Who Knew Too Little recently. To be clear, it’s not a perfect movie by any stretch; the ending is disappointingly lame and the pace drags, but the bulk of it bubbles along with good-natured humor. Here’s the set-up: Bill Murray plays Wallace Ritchie, a hapless American who drops in to visit his successful younger brother James (Peter Gallagher) in London. Too busy with an important dinner party to celebrate Wallace’s birthday that day, James buys Wallace a ticket to participate in an elaborate role-playing improvisational theater performance.
Again - you articulate things so well - I could see Henry flying down that hill; I could feel the descriptions you wrote. And I have a few of those stories (which I have to keep reminding myself of when I get too ensconced in how I think things are). And I may have to go find that movie...
What if We Were Fearless?
Wonderful! Thank you, my friend.
Again - you articulate things so well - I could see Henry flying down that hill; I could feel the descriptions you wrote. And I have a few of those stories (which I have to keep reminding myself of when I get too ensconced in how I think things are). And I may have to go find that movie...