“Fiction writers, magicians, politicians and priests
are the only people rewarded for entertaining us with their lies”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana,
I was at a total loss what to write about today. Then I opened Judy Reeves Prompts and Practices and what jumped out at me? “You’re in a movie theatre”
Well quite coincidentally, I was in a movie theatre on Friday with a friend. I haven’t been to a movie for months, in fact, since before my latest adventure. I have read the Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins, the UK edition. My friend hadn’t read the book and so we decided to go to the movies.
We are so lucky here in Wellington. We have 4 Bijoux movie cinemas, three of which belong to a chain and one that is independent of the others. We chose to go to our favourite, one of the chain.
We arrived in time to sit and have a cup of tea and a bit of a chat; then we were called into the theatre, the movie was about to start. These are small theatres seating 100 people at the most. If you have a glass of wine (or in our case tea)or food before the movie starts, you are permitted to take these in with you. Certainly not something that the big National chains would ever allow.
So we went into the theatre. The lights were still up as we made our way to our seats. There were probably only half a dozen others in the theatre and so everybody had room to stretch out.
I enjoyed the movie after I got over the fact that the story was now set in the US and not in and around London as in the book I had read. It took some time for me to get over the difference in the houses displayed to the houses imagined by me.
Emily Blunt as Rachel was all and more of what I imagined her to be. She’s an unemployed, alcoholic, divorcee. Well,that’s enough to make one turn to drink anyway. She doesn’t tell her flatmate that she has lost her job because of the alcoholism. Her ex-husband also blames her for his losing his job even though he now seems to have got over it or at least, has found another job.
From the train window, Rachel watches the inhabitants of the houses in the street where she used to live. One day she sees something that sets her on a trip to places that she doesn’t want to go, or perhaps she does.
In the unlikely event that you haven’t read the book, I encourage you to do so and also encourage you to see the movie.
And in my least pleasant personna – I’m totally envious of
Paula Hawkins and her abilities.
How I wish I could write such a book.
And now as the south wind is blowing very strongly, I think the rest of the day will be spent inside.
I have been honoured by being sent the manuscript of a new Fitzjohn mystery from Jill Paterson. Poisoned Palette is the title and if her other books are anything to go by, this will be another good read. By the way, Jill is a friend and it is as a friend that I am reading and commenting on the manuscript.