The movie that I mentioned in yesterday's post ─ the movie which I had aborted the day previously when I had gotten a little over halfway through it ─ got fully watched early last evening.
It was pathetic ─ 1991's Liebestraum.
The acting was ridiculously overblown, and the close-ups and facial muggings ridiculously exaggerated ─ it was contrived utter nonsense.
Even the characters failed to appeal to me ─ I liked no one. How can such a movie be enjoyed?
I am glad that I never had anything to drink during the movie ─ I would have wasted the precious alcohol, for nothing could have helped enhance that dreadful production.
I see that lead actress Pamela Gidley was to die relatively young (aged 52) in 2018. Kim Novak ─ who played the lead actor's practically senile mother dying of cancer in a hospital ─ is still with us today at the age of 89; her 90th birthday is due next month.
Incidentally, Pamela vaguely reminded me of Leila George ─ the smoking hot, young "Smurf" Cody character in the T.V. series Animal Kingdom. However, that was only in some of the facial features ─ maybe around the mouth and in her smile. Leila George has a far, far better physique than Pamela Gidley could ever lay claim to.
If interested, you can find the entire Liebestraum movie on YouTube. Try this link.
I was to watch another movie later in the evening with my younger brother once he was home from his daily socializing. This time, it was 2017's XXX: Return of Xander Cage.
I am no Vin Diesel fan, and this movie pandering to his ego certainly never changed anything.
I did not realize that there is an XXX franchise of a couple of other movies until I took a look at that Wikipedia link ─ I am not in the least interested in ever seeing any of them.
Movies with superhero-level stunts undertaken by Vin Diesel's characters without any apparent concern do not endear me to the actor ─ neither do the irrational sexual allure and prowess imputed to the actor in his roles.
But the movie did have loads of often interesting action ─ even if it was all entirely impossible in real life without the miraculous hand of God in each and every instance.
I knew that United States of Tara's Toni Collette was in the supporting cast, as well as Thai martial artist Tony Jaa. I even recognized the name of Nina Dobrev from the old Vampire Diaries series. But I did not expect to find Batwoman's Ruby Rose present. Her name has not yet quite become one that is immediately familiar to me.
I don't recommend the movie to anyone who is not into this action fantasy genre.
I had considered taking a hike that evening to my financial institution's nearest ATM to withdraw at least $250 of the the $367.92 in my chequing account ─ or even making a $250 online payment towards my appallingly high major credit card's balance ─ because my wife was working a full day that day at the Thai restaurant near the casino that she is helplessly addicted to.
I should have acted.
After my brother and I had finished watching T.V. for the night, I checked my account's balance online ... and discovered that my wife had withdrawn the $300 at the casino, as well as blown a similar amount from her own account. I have no idea how much more money she threw away that I knew nothing of.
In a fury, at 1:01 a.m. I texted her this:
You gambling thief!
Why the Hell do I bother trusting you?!
It was too late for me to do anything about my money. I really need to pay the credit card around $700 to avoid its balance increasing, but I was hoping that I might manage $500 before our monthly mortgage comes due ─ normally on the 22nd, but likely on the 23rd this month due to the 22nd being a Sunday.
I had no desire to hear from my treacherous wife, so I left my cellphone downstairs when I went to bed. Nevertheless, just before I did get into bed, she arrived home. Since I wanted nothing to do with her, I shut my bedroom door and turned off the light and retired for the night.
We have separate bedrooms.
This morning I found that she had replied to my text last night:
That why I have to quit for this job
I don't want to go at all but they say come we buy you drinks
So I lost money
I have no idea how the big bills coming up into earliest July are going to get paid. Her two sons are going to have to learn the full extent of her gambling addiction, for I only have a pension income and cannot possibly cover what is coming by way of indebtedness on my own.
I was so overwrought after getting to bed that I would not be surprised if it took me two hours to finally gain any sleep.
She did not have to work today, so she has been home. We have not fought, nor have I been harsh with her. Anyway, the two of us have not been home alone at any point, so that sort of engaged conversation is not really possible without alerting anyone else that something is amiss.
Since she never emerged from her bedroom until around the expiration of the noon hour today, I ensured that I was seeking my early afternoon nap before her appearance delayed it.
My brother and I did earlier watch some videos together on T.V., but I feel disinclined to discuss them ─ nothing stood out.
He had to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I visited the backyard tool shed for another round of exercises out there after first weighing myself as fully dressed as I was going to be for the pull-ups and chin-ups: approximately 194 pounds.
And so for the third consecutive session out there, I have managed six sets of those pull-ups and chin-ups with the following set totals: 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.
I do not have a chin-up bar ─ I have to use the sides of a child's slide ladder that I have set across beams in the shed:
It is necessary to stand upon a chair to even reach the ladder, and the best I can do for pull-ups is to cup my hand over one of the side bars; or else I can use the two sides and pull myself up between them.
For chin-ups, I again must use one of the side bars, primarily cupping my fingers over the bar and doing my best to use my thumbs to help secure the purchase.
Much effort is required to maintain a hold, so my performance is far inferior to what I could achieve with a proper chin-up bar. And add to that the knowledge that a slip-off would result in probable serious injury were I to plummet awkwardly to the chair beneath ─ this is further inhibitory because I dare not seek to hang on overlong with an ever-slipping hold.
Finally, since I am 73 years old and not quite five feet and 11 inches in height, the 194 pounds that I am exercising with is an undeniable challenge.
With that explained, I am going to conclude this post as my afternoon approaches its expiration.
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