Baby It's Cold Outside the Rotunda... 😰

I do not want to get into any political discussions today or any day. It has taken me all of my 91 years to realize I can’t change anyone’s opinion on anyone, anything, anytime, anywhere. It pains me to tell you, literally and figuratively, that I have to be hit upside the head by life and circumstance before this simple, almost impossible life lesson registers in my brainball.

However, I wouldn’t be true to myself if I wasn’t able to express my feelings without hurting anyone else’s feelings. My passion for movies saves me.

On Inauguration Day, here are my recommended movies for when you’re feeling blue during the next four years.

The Marx Brothers:
Duck Soup
A Night At The Opera

Preston Sturges movies, especially:
The Lady Eve
Sullivan’s Travels
The Great McGinty

Also:
Waiting For Huffman
Bowfinger
Young Frankenstein
The Producers
To Be or Not to Be (1983) and Ernest Lubitsch’s original 1942 version of the same story, with Jack Benny and Carol Lombard, are absolutely priceless.

Ishtar… if you’re laughing at me because I selected one of the biggest flops of 1987… let me warn you… he who laughs first doesn’t get the last laugh. If you don’t have a few big belly laughs during the course of this movie… check your pulse.

I don’t know how Elaine May knew what was happening in the Middle East as early as the middle 80s, but the movie foretells the real political situations right down to the Caliph of Ishtar, who might as well be Hussein, Kohemeni, MBS, or any of their brethren… she must have had insider information from the CIA, MI6, et al. In a brilliant reversal of typecasting, Dustin Hoffman stars as the wild and sexy Hawk, and Warren Beatty is the awkward doofus; they play songwriters (some of the best/worst lyrics you have ever heard written by May, Henry, Hoffman, and Beatty) as they sing and play in a cafe in Ishtar. They were going to perform in Honduras, but the death squads took over the hotel. Miss it at your peril.

No matter where you are on the political spectacle/spectrum, you don’t need a doctor to prescribe the life-affirming medicine of a smile, a giggle, or the blessed belly-aching laugh.

Right??? Of Course, right!!!

Love, Sally-Jane ❤️