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I Thought of Percy Sledge

    Good evening, everyone.  Tonight we watched a movie on satellite called Original Sin, starring Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie. These are two of my favorite stars and I assure you that each was at the top of their game in this rather odd flick. I must relate to you that the story itself seemed to drag in spots but this was not the fault of the leading characters. Here is the recipe.
    Antonio Banderas plays a wealthy Cuban, the owner of a lucrative coffee plantation. He has a fine estate, a factory, fields and servants out the wazoo. He has the added burden of being young and handsome. He does an odd thing. He sends to America for a mail order bride. No, that is not quite the right term. He enlists a lady from the want ads to marry him. The lady is supposed to be a rather plain looking girl by the name of Julia Russell. When the planter meets her boat he thinks that he has hit the jackpot...with Angelina Jolie.
     They marry that very evening, in an elaborate and lovely ceremony. His new bride soon becomes the light of his days...and the fire of his nights. Everything is nice for a while. Until he discovers that Julia is an imposter and that she has cleaned out his bank accounts. She has fled and the upset hero hires a private detective to find her. It is his intent to kill her.
     Is the real Julia still alive? Is the false Julia merely a pawn? Did she love her husband at all? Can they find happiness together, or any life at all other than the gallows? That, dear reader, you'll have to watch the movie, to see for yourself.
    By the way, about that very strange title. Once upon a time, there was a song titled When a Man Loves a Woman. Try the version by Percy Sledge. It went something like this.
When a man loves a woman
He'd spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
If she's bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend, if he put her down

He's give up all of his comfort
That fool would sleep out in the rain
Loving eyes can never see
    Well, I thought about the truth of that old song tonight and really, male or female, young or old, none of us are above being a fool for love. Goodnight, and come back to the green retreat again this weekend. I will doubtless post again.
I'm CE Wills.
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