I usually avoid movies about dogs because of the inevitable ending.
No matter how wonderful the story, the relationship, the plot — the dog is going to die, either of trauma or old age, and my heart simply can’t take it.
But I saw this trailer at the theater last night. And although it made me cry like a baby, I may have to see this one.
I thought I had read Thomas Wolfe, but it turns out I haven’t.
That didn’t stop me from going to see the movie Genius, which details the publication of Wolfe’s first two novels, and his relationship with his editor Max Perkins.
Jude Law’s Wolfe is a loud, melodramatic Southerner, self-involved yet low in self-esteem. Colin Firth as Perkins is his solid, steady opposite, the voice of reason who, despite his better judgment, is drawn to Wolfe’s charm and bravado.
I expected the movie to focus on their editorial process, and it does. But instead of passing any judgments on Wolfe as a writer, it celebrates their relationship – – more like a father and son than editor and writer.
Both of their families suffered at times from their single-mindedness, but no one more than Wolfe himself.
I now have Wolfe’s first book Look Homeward, Angel on hold at the library. I suppose I was charmed as well.
I have great friends.
This I have always known.
But the past couple of months, they have been seriously showing off. We’re talking epic love and support.
You know who you are. You know what you’ve done and continue to do every day. So I just want you to know how much I appreciate every little thing.