Finally watched the Netflix movie that’s been cluttering up my counter top for the past three weeks, Twelve Angry Men. I can tell it’s a good movie when we don’t fall asleep after the first ten minutes. So far, the oldies have been the goodies.
Henry Fonda was really good, of course, but the other jurors were all faces that we have seen in movies over the years in a variety of flicks, even though we didn’t know exactly who many of them were. Lee J. Cobb plays a good angry man – has a naturally sour face and demeanor.
When we told the kids we were watching it, they mentioned that they had seen it in school as part of a history class or government class.
Had to stop off to feed my daughter’s cat as she is out of town, and she thanked me by hissing at me when I went to pet her. Almost thought I had a teenager again or something.
When I was leaving her house after I fed the ingrate, I ran into her new neighbor. His uncle was helping him move in and I recognized him almost immediately. He was my friend and co-worker when I was in college and had a part-time job at a drug store. I can’t believe I remembered him and that he remembered me – after thirty years. Small world. And what are the chances that he, who now lives in Las Vegas, would happen to be there the one time I go to feed the cat? I guess it was worth getting hissed at.
“Coincidence is the word we use when we can’t see the levers and pulleys.” ~ Emma Bull