With respect to Socrates, my unexamined life is not worth living. The front room is the face we show everyone but we hide our true self in the back room.
That’s right. Another Tuesday night, another movie night with my girl.
Popcorn, my Sea-Bands (for hand-held nonsense due to my motion sickness) and a Shiner Bock covertly snuck in.
Over two hours later, I walk away thoroughly impressed with Bradley Cooper’s performance. Yes, he gained weight, adopted an accent and grew a full beard. But give the same parameters for Denzel Washington and you will still get the routine mannerisms of Denzel Washington (dead-eyed looks, cocked head, strut). Cooper was unrecognizable from previous performances, internalizing his pain I was reminded of Russell Crowe or Gary Oldman and how they transform themselves beyond the physical. When one of his buddies is injured beside him in Iraq, Cooper’s character refuses to acknowledge the severity, offering a distant “you’re okay” almost unable to look at him, and admit he failed in keeping his fellow soldier safe.
He carries that weight…
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