Isn't It Ironic?

Last night my husband and I watched a Spike Lee gem, Get on the Bus, from about a dozen years ago. One of the premium cable channels ran it.

We'd seen it before, of course. It's one of the few movies (dare I say only?) to show the viewpoints of black men. I think it's one of Spike's best.

I admired the performance of Ossie Davis. It must take a special ability to die on-screen, especially for an elderly actor. Roger Guenveur Smith is obviously a favorite of Spike Lee's; he's shown up on many of his films - always, as my husband pointed out, playing an asshole. This time around he was a cop who let the power of his profession plus personal issues surrounding the murder of his father override common sense, although we didn't get to see if he had second thoughts about arresting one of his fellow passengers at the end of the journey.

But my biggest kick came from seeing Isaiah Washington playing a gay man who laments that homophobia and racism will always be with us. If only he knew . . . .

I'll be writing this weekend. I kind of kicked around this week, because I had burnout from a marathon session of reading my manuscript through twice last weekend, once from my personal editor and once from the real McCoy. But because I'm a writer at hurt, that urge is never gone for long. And forget about patting myself on the back because I've made good progress on my WIPs. Hell, I've had three-and-a-half months off. I should have something to show for all that idle time, don't you think?

Have a great weekend!