The movie re-make of “Clash of the Titans” is playing now in BKK. In a fit of needing something to do for a couple of hours recently, I almost went to see it. I passed, and there were three reasons:
1. I loved the original, and this one just looked like warmed-over “Transformers” computerized over-production, in 3D no less, which makes me dizzy;
2. I think that gods and mortals should just get along; and
3. I had seen Liam Neeson deliver the line, “release the Kraken,” in the trailer, and I honestly felt that if I had to see him say it again, all of the beauty and meaning in the world would be gone for me, gone forever.
Gods aside, we mortals aren’t having too easy a time of it these days. Some new annoyances, but mostly it’s the same old stuff. Further proof this week, as though any were needed, that we live a precarious existence, at the whim of everything and anything at all.
My nephew is a fine, tall, strapping thirty-something, with no known history of particular physical problems, not known to me anyway, and I think my sister would have mentioned it. This week fate surprised him with a heart attack, that’s what I heard anyway. The doctors hadn’t opened him up yet at last report, I think the operation was scheduled for yesterday but I haven’t heard anything about results. Doctors are generally very careful about making false reports of heart attacks though. America is a very litigious country, and nobody likes to be frightened like that for no purpose.
Here’s wishing my nephew luck, he’ll need it. These days, the odds are that he will survive nicely and then suffer most of a normal lifetime under intense, continuous doctors’ care, including many subsequent operations. Only in America could I go on to say with a straight face: “luckily, he’s already thoroughly impoverished, a ward of the state, and unemployable.” At least he won’t have to worry about the bills.