Another heat wave. G-d I hate this weather. Zelia, my friend from Brazil, can’t believe I
like, not just prefer, cold weather.
Snowy. Windy. Temperatures below freezing. Perfect.
You can always dress warm and warmer.
But there is a limit on how far one can de-layer. Light-colored-skimpy clothing is no
defense against 90 plus heat.
For the past few days, going
outside has been miserable. It’s
exhausting to move in such stagnant, blistering heat. Still, I want to do something with Alexander today. We decide we'll have dinner in the village, and stay in during the day to watch a movie.
So we begin our search through Netflix. It's so much easier than the days of going to the video store. Alexander likes big shoot-em up explosion type capers. I don’t. We go to the category called Psychological Thrillers and discover a
2003 movie neither of us has seen, or even heard of. It’s called Identity and stars John Cusack, Ray
Liotta, and Amanda Peet. IMDB has given
it a rating of 7.2 We watch it and love
it. Roger Ebert says it best:
I've seen a lot
of movies that are intriguing for the first two acts and then go on autopilot
with a formula ending. "Identity" is a rarity, a movie that seems to
be on autopilot for the first two acts and then reveals that it was not, with a
third act that causes us to rethink everything that has gone before. Ingenious,
how simple and yet how devious the solution is.
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