I come from a line of extroverts on my father’s side. My grandmother, aunts, uncles and father would, did and do talk to anyone, anywhere. Giving advice, cross-examining, flirting (or serious womanizing) and making the joke was/is their forte. Arms folded across the waist, they would inquire into life, love, getting people to open up and tell their stories. Macocious some might say.
I have some of that personality trait myself and now, it is in high relief. Not having family and friends here, I talk to any and everyone who will talk back to me in Bangkok. People are being polite, including the Jamaican sister who I hugged so tightly as to come off as perhaps a bit creepy.
Extreme solitude, otherwise more accurately described as loneliness, will do that.
As someone who also loves solitude, being alone here in Bangkok has not been a torture. I had the habit of waking up early to a quiet, sleeping house, having a good hour without conversation. Running alone and being quiet with a book. And so, knowing that the fab family will join me, in bits and pieces soon enough, I can withstand and put the occasional bouts of loneliness in perspective.
But there are things, events for which you must have cultural company. And one of those I experienced today, going to see the latest James Bond “Skyfall’ solo mio.
Well folks, if there is one thing to see at the movies now, it is Skyfall. And go with a group. Or in any event if you do not have a group, go alone only if you are in a verbal culture where folks will talk back to the screen.
The movie is awash with moments when you want to hit the person next to you and say: Nah, never happen! What I seeing there? What kind of stupid ass question is that? Cheese on bread. Hegas! Bourne done do dat already! Oh gorm, that man sexy on that boat in his white shirt.
And so many clever, witty one liners to repeat right away : Last rat standing!
The movie, people, is the bomb, as the young people used to say. A completely, high impact, enjoyable experience. You do not want it to end.
I have had little to no respect for Bond of movies past. Including Casino Royale. Bond irritated me with his suave, clichéd patriarchal, slimy, ogling, entitled ways with women. I could care less, stirred or shaken. And so I was ripe for the picking with Matt Damon’s Bourne. Muscular, (the man and the movie), post-feminist vulnerability, Damon’s Bourne was a spy for the twenty-first century. Gritty, street fighter and yes, sexy, sexy.
The last Bourne was a fake and I hope that was the beginning and end of a Damon-less Bourne. But to tell the truth now, this Skyfall Bond is the new Bourne. Plus.
And what a way, the de-sexied Javier Bardem stole scenes.
Go see it. And talk back!