Saw an offbeat movie tonight titled "Junebug."
It's about a guy living in Chicago who brings his new wife home to North Carolina to meet his eccentric family. The acting is amazing as is the cinematography.
But there's something lacking in the script. This family is just too dysfunctional to understand. At one point the younger brother, who never left home, throws a wrench at the face of his brother who had come home. Intense stuff -- but never explained. The best the mother could come up with to describe her son's bride is "she has pretty hands." Again, we're left to wonder why she is so hostile to her new daughter-in-law.
Too much of an enigma wrapped in a drawl to understand here.
Had lunch today at "Mason Jar," a relatively new "organic Bar-B-Que" restaurant in West Hollywood. I was drawn by the Bar-B-Que and leary of the organic. I prefer a little pesticide to keep the critters out of my food.
Sadly, my beef brisket sandwich was delivered room temperature and when I asked them to warm it up it came back as Mush Pie.
Celebrity Sighting: The horrid Bobby Trendy came in for lunch at Mason Jar while I was there. He's as affected in person as he was on the train-wreck of a reality show, "The Anna Nicole Show."
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