AMC offers seniors discounted rates for movies on Tuesdays, so Kathleen and I routinely would get tickets for a late afternoon show, followed by dinner somewhere nearby. We had not done that since February of 2020, but gave it a shot yesterday. It was uneventful, which was great.
We saw "Dream Horse," which is based on a true story about some down-on-their-luck folks from a small village in Wales who manage to put together a small syndicate and sponsor a young thoroughbred. It came highly recommended, not by traditional media but by several friends on social media (whom I trust). I had no idea it was so contemporary, covering events that occurred in the past decade.
The story has the classic "hero's journey" structure:
- Begin with the main characters feeling unsatisfied and in distress.
- Give us one galvanizing character who brings those characters together for a quest (to experience the hope and thrill of raising a horse that MIGHT eventually race).
- The group begins in some chaos but eventually comes together.
- Early successes are interrupted by a near-tragic injury to the horse that threatens everything.
- The group's faith leads to the horse (Dream Alliance) returning to the track (stem cells are involved).
- The horse wins the Welsh National and the syndicate share in the glory (and the money).
This might be termed to "from darkness to light" plot, and it made for a fine afternoon at the movies.
Then we were off to Rock Bottom for a sandwich and beer (no masks were spotted anywhere), followed by a Dairy Queen stop for a Blizzard. The DQ employees wore masks. No customers did so while we were there.
We watched three consecutive "Portlandia" episodes, as we are trying to outrace the series leaving Netflix tonight. We won't quite finish all eight seasons, but it's nice to have a quest -- though it hardly amounts to something heroic.
And THAT is what I mean by a normal Tuesday.
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