I just finished watching DreamWorks’ “Dreamer” (starring Kurt Russell and Dakota Fanning) for the umpteenth time, but it’s been a little while since I last watched it. And man, does it give me feels. The soundtrack is superb, the acting amazing, the storyline… everything about it is beautiful. Now I feel the need to go out to my horse pen- in the middle of the night- and give my horses some hugs. And a popsicle.
Hey, dad. You son of a bitch. I never made one of these when you were still responding because I was so mad at you for leaving. And then when you went quiet, it… seemed like I should live with that decision. And I have. But today’s my birthday. And it’s a special one, because you told me… You once told me that when you came back, we might be the same age. And today I’m the same age you were when you left. So it would be a real good time for you to come back.
I’m still not over the fact that of all the people they could choose to deliver the frog eater line in Dunkirk, they chose Harry. It adds such a tragic, subtle intensity to the accusation, like the horrified inner struggle, this dude is eating my frog family