The Man Who Invented Christmas

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Great Review here on Blu-Ray for "The Man Who Invented Christmas Blu-rayUnited States..." but not GREAT Enough!

My Wife and I saw this Film last year for the First time an we both really enjoyed it... We watched it last night and we loved it even more... so I wrote a little "Review" on my FB Page
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Pardon my blather and bliss… and purple…

I love to Read… and I love to Write… and not always. Sometimes I notice the sad thing about Product is that, it’s basically All Math… except for that occasional, delightfully wonderful Angel whispering in my ear, "things" that are Lovely… "things" that make Little Sense, and then More Sense at another time… and sometimes just "Things…" Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter - just to occasionally hear her voice, that Spirit of the Muse; sometimes soft and sweet, other-times raging-on against the "dying of the ****ing light." And sometimes just offering a little wiseass and knowledgeable biscuit from the life-pantry to partake of.

There are few things in life this special. Few things that can make you equally laugh and sob-like-a little baby - Northern Exposure is one of mine; Shakespeare in Love and, of course, Shakespeare; Joe Verses The Volcano... and a few more... and maybe a few more than a few.

But this little Gem… this tiny smidgen of Humankind’s rare rhythmic meanderings about things as lofty as Life… is quite special.

“The Man Who Invented Christmas” is Written by the brilliant and lovely Susan Coyne (who, along with her “Kids In the Hall” accomplice, Mark McKinney, created and wrote another Fave-Rave TV Show of mine, the extraordinary “Slings and Arrows”).

To be purposefully, clumsily poetic about real poetry is not an easy task. But this wondrous word ditty is Two fold; It’s filled to the brim with Lots of Little slices of Dickens dancing rhyme and alliteration... and brilliant Susan Coyne’s wonderful Story and equally poetic justice that do the same. It really helps to have a talented Cast including, stalwart thespian, Christopher Plummer to recite/re-sight your verse, but the “Text” is painstakingly “there.” Wherever “There” is.

Just because I’m who I am, I entirely enjoyed Susan’s little snide asides to psychotic Ayn Rand and her industriously selfish and thoroughly self-centered ilk…. things like that can warm a cockle like mine on a Pre-Holidaze evening…

Like the very best of poetic jargon, some lines of dialogue here say more than is seemingly possible and yet, there they are, looking back at you, teaching you a little something about yourself. “You don’t really ever have to “get back” at anyone, do you.” “You don’t need to hold on to those things that eventually rot you from the insides out…” things like that.

I love Words… and especially the organized sort that end-up as things seemingly like sentences. Val can tell you that I suffer a grave and severe weakness of the heart, in that, certain of these “things” whisper to me and then echo-on-and-on in my life. Things that illustrate so illustriously like, “No, ’tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world…” or as sardonically simple as, “You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!" Interesting they’re both about “Grave.” Funny, that…

When my Dad died and the Nurse called and woke me at 4:30 in the Morning and then told me that my Dad “expired” - in my thoughtless grief I was almost amused for that brief second out-of-time, and almost told the Nurse to “put a few more Coins in the Meter and I’ll be right over.” I’m not real good with the whole “Dead” thing. But it proved to lighten my heart, because… They were wrong. He didn’t… and he never will.

Treasure, much like "Meaning," is wherever you find it. I think I find it a lot, but never enough, or maybe always too much. I can never tell - It must be one of those zen things... or the usual delusion.

You see, “expired” is about being “Without” Spirit… as much as “Inspiration” is about holding it. And in my immediate heart, my Mom and Dad’s essence, their Spirits, were/are much too powerful (Read: spirituous) to ever pass beyond this Life Thing. They’re here as I speak/type... and I've always been just a little delusional.

And this little Gem… this minuscule soupçon of words singing/reciting life’s rare Music, is a Wonder to behold.

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of another.” ‘nuff said.