Movies and Malt Liquor

Last night I went to see the World Premier of If You Could Say It In Words, a terrific film by Nicholas Gray, starring Alvin Keith as a painter with Asperger's Syndrome who is looking for love in the wrong face. I hope that there is a way for you to see this, as it's an amazing piece of work. Alvin in heart-breakingly good . . . a very subtle, nuanced performance. (Marin Ireland is also terrific, but her character is such a be-otch that it's hard for me to detach from that.) If I find a way to hook up to the whole film I will throw a line, but for now you can check out a few clips at the official website.

I arrived early--which will be quite a surprise to anyone who knows me, of course--and after dawdling as long as possible I and my still forty-five minutes early and nothing more to do in the lobby cohorts went for a walk in search of a caffeinated beverage. Two blocks later we entered a Rite-Aid, proceeded to the refrigerated drinks section, and as I searched for my poison I happened upon some massive cans holding various forms of malt liquor. I had just started to make a disparaging comment about one of those mighty quaffs when a man came up beside me and said, "Oh, no, that's good stuff," and grabbed a couple of the forty ounce cans. He then pointed to the Steel Reserve Malt Liquor below and said, "Now that stuff is bad. That will take you to a place you don't want to go."

Is that beautiful or what?