tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post7511341301073648800..comments2024-03-18T15:17:26.003-05:00Comments on l'astronave: Movies & Poetry: "The Drink"Frescahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-17613538832834268782010-04-23T11:18:28.391-05:002010-04-23T11:18:28.391-05:00Hey, that's good, Margaret!
The poem was like ...Hey, that's good, Margaret!<br />The poem was like a real movie-scene to me too, but I pictured whisky and someone like John Cusak.<br /><br />(It must be colored water in the movies. Think how real alcohol in your eye would sting!)<br /><br />"Now you listen here!" Yeah, that's Kirk, with his little fists all balled up.Frescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-76483085263486784492010-04-23T10:38:12.981-05:002010-04-23T10:38:12.981-05:00No scene of any movie I've ever watched comes ...No scene of any movie I've ever watched comes to mind. But the description of it is so simple and effective that my mind created a scene of it's own. David is Marlon Brando but with an upper class rather-is-rother British accent. He's wearing a black tux with a silk collar and bow tie. Elizabeth is Lucille Ball, which makes no sense. David's lady is Rosemary Clooney. The tablecloth is white, as is the wine. <br /><br />Atticus. He is so very good. Like a gentle Captain Kirk. <br />Well, maybe not.<br />Kirk would at least scowl if someone spit in his face. Or "now you listen here!"Marzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05258262409718943594noreply@blogger.com