We rent what we think is a copy of
Charlie's Angels, but it turns
out to be some sort of a political-mystery-thriller starring
Lucy Liu
and
Richard Gere. The movie eventually turns into
election coverage of the
2000 presidential campaign. It is the eleventh hour, just before polls
are
beginning to close, and
President Clinton has lost his marbles. He is
vigorously campaigning for
Al Gore, but his idea of so doing apparently
consists of assembling an odd group of people into the attic of the
White
House for speeches and Q+A. There are no
video cameras, no
reporters,
just
geeks. His aids are clearly alarmed and recommend that he do something
higher profile, but he is adamant: "The
noders are the ones that are
important! I don't care about anybody else! The noders are the only ones
that matter!" Now that my dreaming
brain has figured out that this is an
E2 voting block, I realize that their
conversations have nothing to do
with the political rhetoric that
Clinton is throwing out there, and
rather
focuses on unrelated tangents about
love and
physics and
philosophy.
The
conversation flows in write-up style; everyone listens to everyone else,
but there is no connection between what one person is saying to the
next.
All the while that we are watching, my head is on his
chest and I feel
pressed up close. I haven't dreamed about him in a long time. All in all,
he's just mad that it didn't turn out to be
Charlie's Angels after
all and wants to take it back to the
rental place to get our
money
back.