What
a nice four days for tv sports. I spent all weekend watching every shot hit by
every hitter in the 100th playing of the PGA Championship, and the
suspense and drama were beautiful. And the outcome for Tiger was wonderful,
second place alone behind the winner, Brooks Koepka. He has now pretty much
shut the mouths of those talking heads who didn’t think he could even make the
cut, let alone contend. If he can get his driver straightened out, he’ll be
contending every week from now on. And, yes, Captain Jim Furyk will now have to
pick him for the Ryder Cup.
We
rented a movie from Direct TV last night, Tully
with Charlize Theron, and were both impressed with Charlize Theron more than
with the movie. I remember seeing her as guest on Ellen Degeneris where she
told Ellen that her last name was pronounced as the one-syllable “throne” and
not “THAIR-on.” Odd that virtually no one ever pronounces it as “throne,” odd
that she never corrects anyone. Although the movie was very good, Charlize was
even better. She seems to choose odd roles in her film career. I know she’s made
a bunch but the only ones I remember vividly are the ones in which she plays an
oddball of sorts. I remember her in that perfectly awful thing she did with
Will Smith and Matt Damon, The Legend of
Bagger Vance, a film that pretended to understand golf and didn’t have a
clue. She went on to win an Oscar for her portrayal of the monstrous serial
killer in Monster, and was nominated
for another unusual role as the only woman working in a Minnesota steel mill in
North Country, neither film that
played on her beauty. And now here she is as a tired, very over-weight mother
of two with the third due right after the film begins. It may not have been a tour de force role, but it was pretty
close. Tully was listed as a comedy,
but there was absolutely no laughter in it. The story about the difficulties of
raising three children with very little help from her husband was
disconcertingly depressing. There were also a few unanswered questions about how
the night nannie, Tully (Mackenzie Davis), came to be there to help with the
burden of night care for Marlo’s newborn. The trickery with what was real and
what was imagined defied logic. But it was still a film I’ll remember for a
long time.
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