Good night and good luck

We walked across the Hawaiian night between palm trees under a rain so gentle it politely melted into nothing as it lightly brushed us.

This is a great place to live. Children go to kindergarten barefoot and even though its winter, something is flowering wherever you look and t-shirts and shorts are just fine.

The cinema was "daggy" (affectionate or mildly abusive australian term for a socially inept person or am amazingly out-of-date piece of furniture, coffee shop, car, house,...). Not locked into the middle of a mall surrounded by 1000 WalMarts selling mall crap.

The skeleton staff sold us a ticket then went back to slowly cleaning the foyer. More leaning on broom than pushing it.

We sat down in the (nearly) deserted auditorium and watched "Good night and good luck". Great film. The B&W photography made the whole thing strangely intimate. But I thought it showed nothing of Murrow-the-man (just some super-figure crusader devoted to what is RIGHT and JUST). All the humanity was given to Robert Downey Jr., who only had a small part, yet acted up a storm. Also, to me, the writing fell away in the last 10 minutes when the film just sort of stopped (but didn't end).

Then we walked home. More gentle rain. Deserted streets. Occasional car, driving slowly. All very quiet and respectful in this hushed tropical night.