Dylan and I just saw the indie flick called, “Moonrise Kingdom,” starring Tilda Swinton, Bill Murray, Edward Norton, and two kids whose names I can’t seem to recall at the moment.
Their stage names are Susie and Sam.
This movie is more of a play than a movie shot by any Hollywood bigwig this side of the island.
The characters speak in riddles and yet know exactly what is being said.
The year is 1965 and the summer of love is neigh.
No one knows this tiny little insignificant qualm of a plot, save the two fully involved, of course. And this is the rub!
I’ll spare you the hairy details. Go see it yourself.
All I can say is the Enzian is the best place to experience a feeling like this.
To become so fully involved in this dream within a dream–so much so that you feel as if you’ve almost lived a life of tragedy and romance such as is diplayed therein–you must simply dive in head first as these two miscreants do.
“Do as the natives do,” that’s what I hear.