A bigger boat
Currently reading The Litigators by John Grisham. Quirky. Not his standard fare, at least not yet. I’m to the point where the drunk lawyer shows up at the ambulance chasers’ office. No real story, yet.
I posted two new reviews this week: The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco and The Drop by Michael Connelly. Eco’s book was a challenge. Connelly’s was one of the better Bosch books in a while.
We finished the sixth installment of Prime Suspect last night. This one had ties back to the Bosnian war from the early 1990s. For once, Jane has a total win, if you don’t count the fact that someone else got murdered on her watch. Thus far, the endings have been less than clean, and this one was tidy by comparison. The featurette on the DVD was good, too. The first one, I think, unless I overlooked the others. Just one more left to go.
We watched Jaws the other night. I’ve had the DVD for a couple of years, the 30th anniversary edition. Talk about a film that holds up. It’s a taut thriller with some fantastic characters (will there ever be another as colorful as Quint?) and even the effects still look decent. My wife found the thematic use of Spanish Ladies in the score a little cheesy, but that was our only complaint. My daughter, who’d never seen the movie before, covered her eyes from time to time. When Brody tells an old geezer with a swimming hat, “That’s some bad hat, Harry,” I nearly fell off the couch. I’ve seen that tag line used at the end of certain TV shows, but I had no idea it came from Jaws. I guess if I’d paid more attention to the ad card I would have guessed. Spielberg looks like a kid in the making-of features. Well, he kinda is: he’s only 26, just a little older than my daughter.