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Movie Review: The Banger Sisters

    Hey, everyone. I watched a terrific movie tonight called, as you might expect from the title of this post, The Banger Sisters. Let me start with the fact that it was brilliantly written by Bob Dolman. I don't know when I have watched something where the writing just jumped out at me as being terrific like it did in this show.
     Goldie Hawn stars as Suzette, an aging groupie whose life is floundering. She finds herself single, fired from her job at the legendary Whiskey A-Go-Go (Johnny Rivers cut an album there) in California, and broke. She decides to go see her friend Vinnie (Susan Sarandon) who lives in Phoenix. On the way she picks up a crazy writer, (aren't they all?) who has issues with cleanliness, loneliness and a morbid problem with his dad. Harry is his name and he is portrayed by Geoffrey Rush. Harry has writer's block and hasn't had sex in 10 years. Suzette stays in Harry's room and is something of a muse to the writer, among other things.
     It has been 30 years or so since Vinnie and Suzette rocked the rockers' world, back in the exuberant days of yore. Vinnie has become a 'straight'. I.E. She has a husband, children who are teens and a beautiful estate. She is so prim, proper and anal that she squeaks when she walks. Every outfit she has is beige. Suzette is envious of her friend's prosperity, but deplores the fact that she has subjugated her own life to spoiled brats and an under-appreciative husband. At least in the sense that Vinnie has lost her individuality. She is very appreciative of the family ties that Vinnie has.
    While the newly inspired Harry pounds his typewriter, Suzette inspires Vinnie to emerge from the shadows and be herself. This upsets her husband's political aspirations and her kids' expectations for the perfect mom.
     Suzette has other things to worry about. Harry has a gun in his typewriter case. It has one bullet in it, intended for his father. It seems that Harry went to L.A. twenty years before and promised himself that if he had failed as a writer after two decades, he would return to Arizona and shoot his dad.????
      May I say that I found this movie to be very charming, funny and different? On top of that it had an author in it, which had me 'all in'. Geofrey Rush was top-notch, as was Susan Sarandon and Goldie Hawn. If you haven't seen it, do yourself a favor and watch it. If you don't know what a groupie is, or who Jim Morrison was, ask your mom. Or grandmother. Goodnight.
     From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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