Today, I could have but didn't shop. So, tonight for dinner, I had a handful of chips, two black olives, half an apple, eight pieces of candied ginger, a ripe nectarine. I'm not joking. Sequentially but not quickly, spread out over the two-hour film I watched about the economic downturn.
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The main characters all lose their executive jobs and reevaluate what everything means. Some of them figure it out. Some don't. The veteran actors are brilliant, every facial expression nuanced flawlessly - stunned, exhausted, ashamed - digging deep to find the feelings I wonder if they've ever had.
The film suited me, after a day feeling loosed from my moorings. Their sadness and lost eyes against the stark city-scape and winter fields mirrored mine. This is temporary, I tell myself.
But I don't know that tonight.
The younger actor, more or less the center of the storyline, at one point flies to another city for an interview that turns out to be scheduled for the following week. He walks back outside, stands in the street, looking in every direction and nowhere at once.
Tonight, I just wanted to go to him in the Motel 6 where he was staying, crawl into bed with him and hold on.
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