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Roman Holiday

    Hey, everyone. I watched a terrific, older movie tonight with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. It's called Roman Holiday and begins with Joe Brady (Peck) finding Anne(Hepburn) sleeping on a park bench in Rome. It is late and Joe hates to leave her on the bench. She is scarcely homeless, since she is a Princess who has ran away from home. Princess Anne is weary to death of her velvet prison, the tedium of royal B.S. I'm sure Prince Harry could identify. I would hate to endure the endless boring affairs and social functions. I don't think I would like my underlings telling me what to do and where to go and throwing 'my duty' in my face. Of course, it is very similar with our President, I suppose.
      Anyway. Joe doesn't know that she is the Princess of  wherever. He doesn't know that her handlers have given her a sedative. He takes her to his apartment and honorably, some would say stupidly, lets her sleep on his couch. Joe is a reporter, there in Rome, and when he gets to work he realizes that the woman wearing his pajamas (and looking quite fetching, I may add.) is the visiting Princess. He decides to go home and get a great story from the girl, without telling her that he is indeed a reporter.
      Anne confesses that she would love to do several rather pedestrian things in the old city and Joe indulges her. They go to the Coliseum and a place where an old wall bears the wishes of the multitudes, scraps of paper that tell tales of wishes made earlier, then later came to pass. They eat at an outdoor cafe. Anne has her hair cut very short, possibly the first time in her life she was able to make a decision on her own. It was so compelling, to see the young bird stretch her wings and savor a bit of freedom. This part of the story was so well done, so well acted and directed. Joe has a friend follow them around and take pictures for the proposed article. He has a camera in a cigarette lighter and I would never have pictured Eddie Albert as a paparazzi. What would the folks at Green Acres have thought of that?
       Anne has a problem driving a scooter and is arrested. Later she precipitates a fight in a club and narrowly escapes a second arrest. A picture is taken of her smashing a guitar over a guy's head. At least it wasn't Vegas. Ha, ha.
      Will Joe truly betray the trust of her royal highness? Will Anne ever return to the drudgery of the throne? Will the sight of pajamas ever bring a sad smile to her lips? Will the couple truly be a couple? Check it out, if you like.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Yesterday I went to see the newest movie with Chris Hemsworth, called Blackhat. It was very good and far better than I expected from the reviews. Chris plays an accomplished hacker who is released from prison to catch a far more dangerous hacker who caused an accident at a nuclear plant. I think you'd enjoy this show and I felt the movie was very entertaining. Good night.
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