It was a relief to learn (FINALLY) that there are people who think about movies the way that I think about movies.
(And no, I'm not talking about the time I went to the midnight showing of "Halloween." I am talking about the way I think about movies when I am sober.)
Anyway, there was a "review" of Les Miserables making the rounds of the Facebook last week, and when I read it, I wept. Not because Les Mis is depressing (although it is), but because I found someone on the planet whose brain works the way mine does.
So, here, in a similar nutshell, is Lincoln:
First of all, how clever is Steven Spielberg managed to get the REAL ABRAHAM LINCOLN to play himself?!? Brilliant!! And all these other people? Have been on one of the versions of "Law and Order." Every. Single. One.
**The Flying Nun. She plays Lincoln's wife. We like her. We really like her.
**The guy who was the President of Marshall College after the plane crash. You know--the guy who stood out in the rain and begged that they let his school play football, even though the whole team was dead. He played some guy who was the coach of Abraham Lincoln.
**Steff, from Pretty in Pink. Who is both balder AND fatter, which proves there is a god.
**The cute little Jewish boy from 3rd Rock from the Sun. I have a daughter who is single.
**Tommy Lee Jones. Whose face has started to melt a little, but we love him for that.
**That guy who used to be on Pushing Daisies, which I loved, but mainly for the production values. The stories were kind of weird.
**And, in another stroke of genius (which shouldn't shock you, as we are talking about Spielberg), Mark Twain plays some guy that tries to help Lincoln out. Which is pretty cool, as Mr. Twain thought pretty highly of Mr. Lincoln even before they were in this movie together.
I can't just enjoy a movie, which is why I rarely go. My mind is going four hundred and thirty-three miles an hour and my mouth wants to go right there with it.
(And in case you haven't heard--Lincoln gets KILLED at the end!)