I'm free! I'm free!
Maybe only other Portlanders can appreciate my glee at being freed from my house after the record snowfall of the past two weeks began to melt away this weekend. And yes, I know twenty inches wouldn't make any headlines with those of you in the Midwest or Northeast, but Portland, OR doesn't usually get that much snow so our regional governments are a little light in the way of snow removal equipment. My Jeep has always gotten me around without a problem, but the trips I had to make to work last week were nothing short of horrific. Deep snow ruts, semis sideways in the lanes, cars in the ditch...it was just no fun at all.
So even though I have at least a couple dozen fifteen to twenty foot branches lying in my yard, dropped by the Douglas firs around my house, I decided to take a break from shoveling and clean-up to go to a movie. I saw Slumdog Millionaire
, and I highly recommend it, especially on the big screen. I was so immersed in its world that it was actually disorienting to walk back into the mall. Other movies have been equally or even more engrossing, but I never left the theater thinking I was in the GFFA or the Texas of No Country for Old Men
. But after leaving Slumdog
, I had definite culture shock. Everything just looked wrong.
I've read some reviews that say the movie plays too much on the stereotype of India's poverty, and that may be true. I did think during the film that one had only to travel to Tijuana to see similar despair, not half way around the globe. Still, it was a vivid and eye-opening experience, and a movie I'll be thinking about for days.