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Sir Ringo and the Dark Knight Rises

    Hey, everyone. My wife and I went out today and had a nice meal. While we were out we went to see the new Batman movie, titled The Dark Knight Rises. Holy cow, Batman, but that is a long movie! I thought about the Aurora shooting as people filed in, and again when the dude came to check that the exits were clear.
    I thought to myself, "Would I have the sand to try to take some nut out of action if the crap hit the fan?" No one ever knows how they will react in pressure situations. There have been times when I could hardly have told someone my own name, the pressure was so great. The movie passed without incident, however.
    The previews were pretty cool today. I saw previews of the new movie about the Wizard of Oz by Disney. I saw a trailer for Total Recall, which looked pretty cool. There was a preview for Man of Steel, which is about Superman, not Hank Williams Junior.  There was one for the new Bourne movie as well. I'm not sure that I want to see them change stars in the middle of the stream, but hey, it worked for Bond.
      In the 3 hour Batman flick, I think that a good hour could have been cut from the film without damaging it. On the other hand, every opportunity to see Selena Kyle in tight, black leather, stretched over a bat-cycle, is to be relished.
      There are more spoilers and surprises in this show than a man could shake a stick at. (That's Southern for a lot). So let me start by saying that I rate this film as 3.5 stars out of 5. The last hour of it really rocked and rolled. I feel like I got my money's worth. Here's the recipe.
       The Bat Dude has been semi-retired for 8 years and Gotham is full of sweetness and light. Then it comes to light that an evil villain (is there any other kind?) is amassing an army and a wicked plot in the city's sewers. Batman has to get his moldy bat suit out of mothballs and deal with a masked, muscular crook called Kane. Kane's plan is to foment a rebellion of the masses in Gotham and take from the rich to give to the poor. That and a stolen nuclear weapon have the place hopping. Batman has been imprisoned and finds it hard to save the city from his grim, buried domicile.
     Selena Kyle proves to be his best friend and worst enemy,  all during the course of the show. Bruce Wayne even loses his vast fortune and is so poor that they cut his lights off. It doesn't cramp his style with a lovely lady, though.
     Who will die in this series finale? Who will live? Will Bruce get his fortune back? Will Gotham be saved? Will Alfred quit nagging his boss like an old woman? Will the Bat guy make Bat babies with Selena Kyle? You'll find out all this and more in The Dark Knight Rises.
     Speaking of knights... I watched the opening ceremonies for the Olympic Games from London. They were impressive and I enjoyed it. I especially liked it when James Bond went to meet the Queen and they sky-dived into the festivities. Just a stunt,  although Bond could do it and the Queen might as well. I bet she'd have the gumption to do it, by golly. Among the dignitaries and entertainers was Sir Paul McCartney. Paul is a favorite of mine and I am glad for all his honors. He sang at the Queen's Jubilee as well and of course was knighted several years ago. He is deserving of all that and I think he is one of the most gifted people in the history of the world. I couldn't help but think, however, about Ringo Starr. Does he ever feel a bit left out?
    Do you think Ringo gets a little bitter? Does he ever say, "Hey, I was along for that ride, Mate. How's about a little something for the Ringster, you know?"
    Seriously, I know that all the members of the Fab Four got enough glory to last a thousand life times, but I just wonder about that stuff. I am an expert on bitterness. When many toil and the one is exalted, whether it be in a country, a corporation, a band, a church or a football team, there is usually hurt feelings. So, it is a weekend of Knights for me. One Knight rose up, one Knight sang Hey Jude and the third, alas, has not been a Knight at all. But I will say, being a Knight is more a condition of the soul, rather than any title bestowed. I have seen royalty in a dirty hovel, where one sibling gave up his food and medical treatment for the good of little brothers and sisters. Nobility is a condition of the inner man and a cloak without any tatters. It lasts an eternity, in the halls of Heaven. Good day.
     From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
    

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