As I round out the collection of pieces from our European adventure, I thought I'd mention some movies that I saw on the airplanes.
Back in 2019, I saw Dog Day Afternoon for the first time on the airplane to Rome (and watched it on the way back, too).
The big movie for me this time was this year's Oscar nominee "The Secret Agent:"
Have you see it? It't hard to describe. It sticks with you, which os something. The opening scene has our star, Oscar nominated Wagner Moura, driving a VW Beetle into a gas station outside of Recife, in northern Brazil, during Carnival in 1977. The corpulent worker wearing a shortsleeved button-up shit with no buttons buttoned, fills his tank and explains why there's a corpse in the parking lot covered with a sheet of cardboard. Cops do show up, but not for the corpse ("They'll be here soon for him," they say), but really just to extort Wagner Moura's character. He gives them his remaining cigarettes.
It's engaging, but hard to explain why, and the whole thing is like that.
I also watched, fully silently, a little Quebecois movie with the translated name "Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person:"

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