bad television but only because it's gory

Bob's watching Kill Bill Volume 2, Jay's gone to her friend's house, and I've finished a look through of The Road Home. The sequel to Detours, it ends with a death, one that nearly makes me cry.

Well, let's be honest. I did. A love story that comes to end as things usually do when a couple are in the late seventies, one left behind...

Had to put headphones in, because Kill Bill is so loud, bloody and graphic. But such a well SHOT film; no matter what you think of Quentin Tarentino, if nothing else, that man knows HOW to film a movie.

Witty, quirky, so eloquently made, and even if it's as gory as all get-out, it's just so darn well crafted, the time and care taken with every single frame, I can't stop from looking over, as Jack White and Alicia Keys sing about Another Way To Die. However, the movie's on Spike, so there are commercials. Beatrix Kiddo has just done in Elle Driver, and is on her way to Mexico to see Bill's mentor, to ascertain Bill's whereabouts. The only bit I found not staying in continuity is Uma's hair, which right now is barely to her shoulders, choppy in the back. If I remember correctly (because this movie is on ALL THE TIME, one of Bob's faves) at the very end, when she's crying on the bathroom floor, her hair is long, well past her shoulders, one length.

Otherwise it's a beautifully made film (R.I.P. David Carradine) if not for the content.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and I finished this round of editing while Bob was on his walk. Now he's quite pooped, sitting watching TV, and the rest of our day will be a quiet one. He BBQ'ed yesterday, so dinner's a no-brainer, leftover city. Did laundry yesterday (so he'd have clean walking trousers) and with a slight breeze, doors open, it's a lazy summer day...

I did the editing while he was out, a good ninety-plus minutes, and as I cried, reading what I knew what was coming, it hit me, that in forty years (if we're so blessed) Bob and I will be looking at a similar issue, one leaving the other...

One of the reasons I wrote The Road Home was how much I loved the characters, April and Dylan, all their kids. A family that came to life a year ago, Detours written last July, and for NANO '08, I penned a second volume of that family, but did give them their own title. Unlike Kill Bill Volume 1, which begs for the story to continue, Detours can stand alone.

I may change my mind, if an editor tells me it needs a more aching ending, one seeking resolution. For now Detours ends as it does, The Road Home picking up thirteen years later...

Breaking into three parts, a summer in 2022, moving to autumn of 2035, finishing in spring of 2044. A trio of moments in the Geary/Gregory family, wrapping up a group that is a huge part of me, shadowed by a true story, one my aunt shared when Thea was just a baby.

And at the end, April and Dylan find time has found them, time when one leave the other. It's inevitable, just as is the final showdown between Beatrix and Bill. But so much animosity there, those characters full of angst and tremors, and of course, now Bill is dead...

Bill, David Carradine, however you want to look at it. Death comes, real and fictional, and even when I KNOW how it ends, writing it myself, I still cried.

Truthfully, between you and me, I hope I go first. Not exactly looking forward to that day, and if I had a choice (which I know I don't) I'd rather not be left behind...

Seeing it's not up to me, well, what comes is what we get. At least with April and Dylan, there is resolution. One stands solitary, but is never truly alone.