so yesterday it...

rained, an ungodly rain, but cityboy would not be denied his evening out---could not stay in the apartment, felt frisky, or not tired---went to Lincoln Center, thought about three movies---all of which had just started, therefore had two hour waits, but luckily had a terrific book with me--The Children of Henry VIII--which I was able to read while I was waiting. Had a choice of three movies of interest---but finally chose the Salesman, the Iranian movie that I had heard so much about.
A very intense movie, beautifully shot---essentially it dealt with a man's rage when his wife is assaulted and he tried to get revenge. But the man who he seeks his revenge on is much older and far more infirm than he. Some very brutal scenes where one man becomes another man's prisoner. The film kept my interest completely, even if some of violence, both emotional and physical bothered me. Incidentally, the play is called the Salesman, because while all this is going on, the main character and his wife are playing Willie and Linda Loman in an Iranian amateur production of Death of  A Salesman. Why the juxtaposition of the "integrity" and humanity of the play, with the inhumanity of the man's treatment of the man he thinks raped his wife. or the inhumanity of the assault itself? Somewhat unclear---perhaps the writer-director chose that play for just the juxtaposition that I proposed. I would enjoy comparing my impressions with someone else---however I don't know anyone who has seen the movie.
 I still find a movie a much less fulfilling experience than a live performance. So? I am behind on movies anyway.
  Tonight---not sure, up in the air, want to see how I feel as the evening approaches. Tomorrow (finally) the first day of the baseball season. I could watch baseball all day if I wished. Monday Friends returns from its vacation---three days scheduled for work already---that is good.
Will report on all of this tomorrow or soon after.