Sunday, December 8, 2019

The Frenchman

I am a fan of Jacques Tati movies. Yeah, they are in French, he is French, but he is also funny. I watched this one yesterday:


It is about a guy who wants to take a car he designed to a car show in Belgium, I think. Maybe it is Holland - hell, all those low countries look alike to me. It is primarily sight gags, mime, slapstick, silliness and like the cantina scene in Star Wars, everyone understands everyone else even though they are speaking different languages with no interpreter around. While I was concerned about the welfare of the little dog in the movie rest assured the little guy turns out just fine.

Speaking of small fuzzy pets, here is a picture of my 19-1/2 year old cat:


I was recovering from a cold and he was reclining on me to make sure I got better. He is thoughtful that way.


22 comments:

Dad Bones said...

"I'm worried about you, Pappy. When are you going to show me how to use that can opener?"

After I get some breakfast I might try that movie.

ricpic said...

I just lost my inferiority complex vis-a-vis Europeans now that I see they pick their noses in traffic jams just like moi.

MamaM said...

Large and in charge comes through clearer than small and fuzzy. A cat to rival and top the bowls you turn, SixtyG, if not you yourself when you're down with a cold and off your game.

Sixty Grit said...

Making me laugh, Dad Bones - Topo is a very vocal cat and he has a built-in timer - in fact right now he is telling me it is feeding time. He is correct.

There were parts of that movie I fast forwarded through - that was one of them, ricpic. No one needs to see that.

Topolino tops any and everything I could ever accomplish - he is a remarkable cat and we have been bonded since day one. He still purrs like a truck, will bat at the feathered toy on a string like a kitten and still never misses a meal. Nearly 20 years on and he is still an all around excellent animal.

Rabel said...

Tomorrow, Rabel will turn 65. His reward for reaching this milestone is a jury duty summons. On his birthday.

Rabel hopes that referring to himself in the third person in front of the Judge will get him excused. But he probably doesn't have the balls to pull that off.

It also appears that there is an option for a person 65 years of age to be automatically dismissed on request. I don't see how to make that request in the summons or on the County Clerk's website.

In a way, I would kind of like to do this, but I'm not sure my back would allow me to sit straight up in a jury box chair for a full day. Missing disc, failed fusion, etc.

We'll see. Tomorrow.

Sixty Grit said...

Best of luck to the young man known as Rabel. I have only been called to jury duty once, and I was not chosen. It was a drug case, the defense lawyer asked what I thought should happen to criminals who sell drugs and I said "Execute them" or words to that effect. I think he saw that I was sincere. I was shown the door.

And happy birthday - that is a nice landmark to reach.

ampersand said...

Happy birthday young whiffersniffer. Tell the judge about the hair on your legs and young kids and roaches like to sit in your lap. You may get elected jury foreman.

Rabel said...

Thanks.

Looking at their schedule, this could be a Grand Jury.

I'm gonna go with hang the druggies but hang the lawyers first.

Sixty Grit said...

Bust out an appropriate Will Shakespeare quote - that'll set 'em straight! A grand jury, eh? That's kind of a big deal. See what kind of big fish they are settin' about fryin', y'heah?

rhhardin said...

I liked Mr. Hulot's Holiday back in the 60s but it's a little too plotless today.

Current French movies can have the same comic feel but more of a plot, e.g. 9 Month Stretch.

Sixty Grit said...

Monsieur Hulot specializes in plot-free movies. I imagine Jacques Tati writing the plot of this movie in one line "Dude has to get car to car show, humor ensues" and that's it. As I say, it is pure silliness and sight gags.

I found this movie on a car site and it was promoted over there as a great old movie for car-spotting - and its true - there are more American cars than I expected, plus tons of Euro tin cans aplenty. As a lifelong car buff that aspect of the movie kept me entertained when the slapstick wore thin. Sure, I do need to watch Citizen Kane now, but that's how it goes sometimes.

AllenS said...

Rabel, I've been called for jury duty 4 times since 1973. Last year when I saw 72 I was called again. My # didn't turn up, so I didn't have to serve. It's impossible to get out of it here in WI, unless you have a doctors excuse. What would that cost to get?

AllenS said...

Now that I'm 73, I spelled "was 72" "saw 72". I can hardly wait to be 10 years older.

ndspinelli said...

This may be unpopular but I consider it our duty as citizens to serve jury duty. If not, all the illegals will start serving and judging us. I've been called 3 times. Served once on a DUI. Guilty. He tried to say his diabetes was out of control. Fucking liar.

Can Of Cheese for Hunter said...

19.5! go kitty! Good boy.

Sixty Grit said...

You are correct, Spins, and were the system in the town where I used to live not entirely corrupt, I would gladly have served. It was a revolving door style system, with the same perps appearing before the same judges, paying the same lawyers over and over, all of them preying on the taxpayers - sometimes you can only win by not playing their ugly game. It was the same town where Mike Nifong tried to convict innocent students in an effort to increase his own pension. Scum, all of them.

Thanks, BB&H - he is a good boy. He arrived at my house in August of the year 2000 and we have many memories of good times. He has outlasted all the other cats and now I am getting a bit concerned about him outlasting me! Ha!

Rabel said...

I'm free!!!!

It turns out that you can be excused/dismissed on request if you are 65 or older.

I did not know this for sure, but I do now. I told the Circuit Clerk I was 65 as of today and he said "That's good enough."

I actually would have liked to be on a jury once, but looking at the chairs in the jury box I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and handed in my summons.

Sixty Grit said...

Good job, Rabel - play the old dude card every chance you get - we have earned it the hard way.

ndspinelli said...

Into the 1970's in Missouri a woman could decline serving on jury duty just because she had a vagina. A defense attorney waited for a big case. When he had a client convicted of murder he appealed because there were no women in the jury pool and had the case dismissed.

Sixty, I didn't realize you lived in Nifong's county. What's he doing now?

Sixty Grit said...

I moved, but last I heard ol' Nifey was livin' large on his dear Wifey's fortune - his whole gambit was a penny ante move by a filthy pol who will never suffer one iota for putting those young men through hell. He did serve one day in jail, as I recall, but he should have been under the jail for the level of dishonesty he showed. He was also disbarred, but come on - he withheld exculpatory evidence - what a lowlife scumbag. I would call him a shitbird but he would have to become a much more moral individual to rise to the level of shitbird.

Am I upset about that case to this day? Why yes, yes I am, and when you visit I can give you some more background on how those evil bastards have ruined lives close to mine.

ndspinelli said...

Look forward to hearing the story face to face. Got a great story today from the bell captain @ our hotel in Cozumel. Across the street are 2 restaurants, side by side, both named The Lobster House. As you might imagine, the story involves fathers and sons. Dad wanted to include his sons in the biz when they came of age. One took the offer, the other said "fuck you" and opened a restaurant of the same name right next door. We ate in one of them, good meal. We'll try the other one before we leave.

Sixty Grit said...

That's interesting - had I been faced with a similar situation I might have tried to come up with a different name for my restaurant "Son of Lobster!", "Beneath the Planet of the Son of Lobster", anything! Let us know how the food is. And, if I have learned anything in life, and it's not clear I have, it is avoid going into business with relatives. Yeah, I am not cut out for the mafia, that's for sure.