"Living here, you never know what you will see when you look out the window," said Tuck this afternoon, opening a metaphorical window onto a little known aspect of our working waterfront. Usually it's oil tankers heading up the creek or salt ships berthing across the street and unloading their cargo at Eastern Salt, but today something tender and personal that stopped us up short. Tuck just happened to notice it when he glanced out the window this afternoon and "thought that the woman [above] at a distance had an unusual garb." Out came the binoculars, and sure enough the woman in question was veiled from head to toe. She and her companion were fishing in the Chelsea Creek, and Tuck just happened to catch the moment when the significant other was reeling in a 15-inch fish. Moments later, when we caught the shot above, she was holding the pole, his tender hand on her shoulder.
"In Greenglass's hands the mythic Flight 93 catchphrase -- 'Let's roll!' -- becomes a throwaway line as the anxious passengers gather their resolve," writes Arianna Huffington, who uncharacteristically gets it just right (until the final boilerplate BDS paragraph) in her rave review of "United 93," which opened today at a theater near you.
The view from our porch this afternoon, framed by the lilacs just leafing out touched our mind and heart.
Tuck and ourselves were the first on our block to see it -- 'caught the 12:20 p.m. first showing at the Showcase Cinema in Revere -- and found ourselves agreeing with much of what the old gal had to say:
As the chilling, soul-wrenching, and unglamorously heroic events play out, the controversy that has surrounded the film -- is it too soon? is it exploitative? -- seems ludicrous. Too soon? It's been nearly five years since the terrorist attacks. Exploitative? What is exploitative is the way the events of 9/11 have consistently been exploited for political purposes. In fact, the film comes across as determinedly unexploitative. The forty ordinary people on the ill-fated flight -- 33 passengers and 7 crew members -- acted in an extraordinary manner. It's offensive to suggest that we are somehow collectively too squeamish to watch what they went through.
Our heart stopped when the mysterious woman across the street looked back at us through her veil. The body language of her man had already told us all we needed to know. 'Wish we could know the recipe for the fish they're having tonight.
"Made with enormous respect for the real passengers (and their surviving friends and family), United 93 also manages to portray the four hijackers as something more than cutout jihadist madmen," writes Steven Rea of the Philadelphia Inquirer:
In one small but telling, and compelling, sequence, Greengrass intercuts shots of passengers reciting the Lord's Prayer with shots of the hijackers murmuring Islamic incantations.
That's the one that caught us up short too. As we told our Sub Rosa group last night at our second secret meeting, some of our best blogfriends are Muslims. The beautiful people on Neil Cavuto's show this afternoon seemed to think this movie was going to be good for Wall Street. We can't help but agree. Bottom line is that there are no atheists (except for ourselves) in the trenches.