Neanderpundit

With Burton and Taylor

Is as lovely a piece of production as one can imagine.

Don’t know if its the process of coming down off the painkillers that makes me especially vulnerable to the sentiment of it, but the actors, the cinematography, the truth to the original, combines to make it an incredible experience.

In the sunset of my life, maybe Alzheimners will give me the gift of watching these incredible pieces with fresh eyes, for the only thing this lacks is the surprise of hearing each sparkling bit of dialog for the very first time, not knowing what comes next.

of many hospitals, this one was among the best, albeit populated by people whose grasp of the obvious was tenuous at best.

“take off your clothes and put themin the closet there’

“all of them?”
“yes, everything.”
“Um..”
“What?”
“It’s my hands. They’re operating on my hands”
“we still need you naked. I’ll leave the room if you’re..”
“Look. I have zero modesty. If you’d like to see my wedding tackle, just ask, I’m only too happy to show it to you. But theyre operaing on my HANDS. I have a shortsleeved shirt, I shouldnt even have to take THAT off”
“no, you have to be naked, those are the rules”
“And after this, when I’m naked, and both of my hands are effectively giant tootsie Pops, will you be pulling up my underdrawers for me?”
“No, we will leave you so you can dress yourself”
“…”

The medical profession may have something of a clue as to how to cure people, but what they have in skill they lack, utterly, in common sense.

probably wont win any prizes but i got’er clean. damn that hurt plenty. at least supposedly the pain of this will go away.