Kind of a slow, relaxing Saturday, the family went to IKEA, I stayed home and finished a book, which really meant writing short section introductions and checking the spacing to make sure no poems got cut into two pieces.
So, I watched ‘Arrivals’ by myself. Well, not entirely by myself. Helena was good enough to watch it with me, but she wasn’t really paying attention and didn’t enjoy it much. But, still, she stayed in the same room and made some attempt to figure out what was going on, so I’m thankful for that.
I quite enjoyed it. There wasn’t a lot going on through most of the film. The army boys were such stereotypes that I kept expecting to see the classic 50s sci-fi alien movie cliche where the soldiers all fire at the alien, but either a force field goes up or the bullets just bounce off and then they zap some poor sap, they light up and you can see their skeleton and then they drop down dead, but nothing like that happened. The biggest action was the scene where she snatched the guys phone (biggest prick in the place, don’t recall his title exactly), and security tracked her down.
But, that’s O.K. It focused on the language, which will be a huge barrier if we ever do manage to contact aliens and it would behoove us to recall how easy it is to get confused between tool and weapon, and what a costly mistake that can be.
As an English teacher, I loved her methodology. ‘Ian Walks.’ Hah.
Then, of course, the ending, which I didn’t quite see coming. So, I won’t spoil it.