“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
As I hope I have made it abundantly clear on a number of occasions, I watch movies and television shows in the hope of escaping the harsh realities of this world for at least a little while, but [The Blind Side] is a distinct exception to that rule. For it is based (not very loosely at all) upon the true story of a genteel white family taking a homeless black kid into more than their home, and I have wanted to see this movie since the first time I heard about it.
No, it did not hurt anything that football (the real kind—not soccer) is involved, but this is really not a sports story. For it is about goodness—plain and simple.
Oh, but there is nothing really simple about it. For we are talking about Memphis, TN here, and even though racial harmony appears to have been finally achieved, there is still much work to be done.
On a side-note, there is absolutely nothing plain about [Sandra Bullock] in this movie. For I couldn’t believe how incredible she looked as a blonde, and all of my thoughts about [Jesse James] being an absolute idiot were underscored to the nth degree. Suffice to say, she looked smoking hot in even the conservative attire that she wore throughout the movie, and her iron-fist-inside-of-a-velvet-glove demeanor added all the more to this.
Sandra’s role was to play [Leigh Anne Tuohy], and from all accounts, it was very accurate. In other words, there was little improvisation going on in order to spice up the story.
Much of that was due to there not being any need for any spicing up. For if a dry reading of just a factual account of the circumstances involved doesn’t have tears streaming down your face, you don’t have a heart.
Yes, most of my tears were those of joy. For this story most certainly does have a happy ending.
Granted, it was not as happy a one as I would have hoped. For [Michael Oher] went on to play his college ball at [Ole Miss]—not my beloved [Arkansas Razorbacks], and he is now playing for the [Baltimore Ravens]—not my beloved [Dallas Cowboys]. Yeah, I keep being told that I can’t have it all, but I keep hoping.
Speaking of such, there is another reason for talking about this movie other than as a suggestion for a great Christmas gift. For there are millions upon millions out there who aren’t going to have much (if any at all) of a Christmas this year, and I hope you will want to do something about that. It doesn’t have to be much, and it will count in more ways than you can naturally comprehend—be assured. Of course, if you feel compelled to do much, please do not let the opportunity pass without at least attempting to help change a life.
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