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“Mute” – Movie Review

This blog has always been about a little bit of everything – just like me.

Today got changed all because I checked out something added to Netflix for me.  I didn’t watch the show they previewed for me, but that led me to “Mute”, a movie already on my list, but not getting watched because I wasn’t really certain I would like it.

The movie, in the previews, looked to me like a mobster movie.  I’m not usually much for those.  And, indeed, it sorta was, in a “West Side Story” – “Romeo and Juliet” way.  No, not a musical.  However, the teaser listed it as a tag in “”Sci-fi”, so there you are.  I had to watch it.

Now, what follows may be just a bit of some spoilers, warning you so that, if you like complete surprises, you can leave now, go to Netflix, and watch it.  Yes, I will rate it about a 4-4,25 of 10, about a B to B+.

Okay, all of that out of the way, the movie is about a couple Naadi and her guy, the mute.  He is the main character.  Both work at a bar.  She is a waitress; he is a bar tender – yep, sci-fi strip bar.  Medicine is a very high technological marvel here, but there are still those, the Amish, like our mute, who oppose surgical solutions.  Naadi and he are deeply in love, but she tells him she has a secret.  Before she tells him what it is, she disappears.  Most of the rest of the movie deals with showing you who she is (slowly), the others in the film (explained throughout), and the “wham” last 16 minutes which are really fantastic.

Blood, gore ranks about a C+ to B-; action is slow, but there; plot is stretched through the entire movie.  Really slow for the first while, then it begins to crescendo, moving like a slow freight train – always going forward and nothing is going to stop it.

It surprised me several times.  There were moments when I thought, “What the heck is going on?” – but, by the end, all things fell together.

Bottom line: if you can handle some blood, violence, and stuff you usually find in “R” rated movies – you will be okay.  Not for the very faint-hearted, but good story and ending, though not so much a fairy tale thing.




Global and Body Warming – 2 stories

First, on Global warming, I have liked Mr. Al Gore from the beginning of his work on global warming.  Now, he has updated his works and has a very positive note to share:

Secondly,  Body warming…ME.

A few days ago, I went to the Anderson St. Vincent Hospital to see my Heart Dr.  This was a pre-surgery check and I passed it with flying colors.  He told me I was doing wonderfully in the heart department (always nice to hear).

I decided that, since I was already, at the hospital, I would go to the testing building (Erskine Center).  I drove the 2 blocks over and sat in my car for a time.  I know I napped a bit.  I heard a noise and woke up.  Looking around, I saw nothing; then I heard something louder.  I shut off the engine to the car and steam began pouring from a corner of the hood.  I got out and, when it had stopped steaming, I opened the hood.  I went to the reservoir tank and very slowly opened the cap.  Suddenly, the cap blew from my hand and I say greenish (water and anti-freeze) mixture spout up.  I threw my hand up in front of my face and felt a terrible pain on my hand.  I stepped away from the car and raised my hand to look at it.  This, I think, allowed the hot liquid to pour down my arm.  I knew I was burned, burning.  I put my hand on top of the car roof (It was cold out).  I decided this wasn’t enough and put my hand into the snow that was left on the trunk.  I used my right hand (I am a lefty) to scoop the snow on top of my hand and wrist.  Looking back, I should have ripped my coat off and put my entire left arm into the snow.  As it was, my arm from my wrist to about 1/2 way to my elbow took the worst of the burn.  I got my chair walker out of the back seat and began heading to the ER 2 blocks away.  Within seconds I knew I couldn’t make it there and headed into the Erskine Center.

The woman at the reception desk in the test area asked me if it was raining.  I said “no” and told her what happened.  She gasped and said she would call 911.  I told her that I did not want to pay $2000 for a 2-block trip.  She said she would call security.  He arrived a few minutes later and we got into the vehicle.

When we arrived at the ER, it took me, him, and the valet to get my walker back open so I could go in.  They got me straight in and I began the wait.  I finally saw an NP (Nurse Practitioner).  I did not like the way she came across nor the way she handled the situation.  I told this to a survey person that next day.  Regardless, the regular nurse (who was excellent), used water to clean the area and put on a silver solution (good stuff), then dressed the wound.  We made an appointment next day with my new primary physician.  I was told that a burn can take 24 hours to let you know how bad it is going to be.  I was told to change the dressing that evening.

Here is what I found when I took off the bandages:

KODAK Digital Still Camera

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Yeah, bad…Today, 4 days later, I have changed the dressings almost 6 times.  The blisters have either ruptured or been absorbed, the burned area is larger, the color of the skin under the dead skin is very red.  I feel some pain and itching.  I am told that is good because no pain can mean nerve damage.  It is healing.  I am healing.  I go to the Wound Center in Anderson on Tuesday.  I will know more then, though I know they will “debris”(?) the wound – remove the skin and clean it thoroughly – that’s gonna hurt!

I am learning to use my right hand more and deal with pain even better.  I was already good at that, but this raised the bar.  I am still on schedule for my hip surgery soon.



A Whimsical Tale

Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle. This week’s  picture prompt comes to us by way of Sandra Crook.  Enjoy other stories Here.


I stood in front of the nearly-ruined building.  The streetlight standing in front looked just like one from the video game “Fallout 4”.  I marveled at the way the structure managed to remain standing, again like “Fallout 4”.  As I continued my search, my gaze settled on the Smart Car sitting in front of the building.  I had always wanted one of those.  Suddenly, it started its own engine, then simply pulled forward a few yards and took off…from the ground and into the air!  Was there someone inside?  Was the door gone? My! Now, I want one of THOSE!


100 Words – Namaste,


Winnie! Enjoy Your Day You Old Bear You!

I read that today is Winnie-the-Pooh Day.  If it isn’t, too bad, it is here.  I have been a big fan since I was little.  Winnie was on the TV and I loved those cartoons. I would watch them every time they came on.  I loved him getting stuck in the bee hive, in rabbit’s house (same episode), playing in the rain, and all the others.  Didn’t like the movie or the newer stuff near as much, but I am older and it was different artists and different voices.

Winnie filled my life.  I had (may still have) a book called “The Tao of Pooh”.  I do have many Winnie stuffies of different sizes.  In fact, when my daughter and son-in-law got their dog, Winnie, I gave her a Winnie stuffie and she slept with it!  I did the same for the next dog, Rue (after Roo in Winnie). and the dog loves the stuffie, too.

That old bear was kinda a friend to me back then, along with a lot of other fantasy people and characters.  I enjoyed that part of my life.  It was my getaway and hideout when the world got to me (which was very often then).  Now, I just enjoy memories and new friends, living and fantasy.  What’s life without imagination?  – boring.




Disappearing Act

Disappearing Act

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot 

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 words


Here we go with Rochelle-driven Friday Fictioneers.  100 or less words for a full story based on the photo prompt.  Has really taught me how to watch words.  Other stories and your opportunity to add yours can be found here.


Ramon looked at the tube exhibit overhead with the wonder of a child. He saw aesthetics and questioned function.  Jack simply stepped under one and looked up, sneering a bit.

“Empty tubes.  So what?” 

Ramon heard a conversation nearby and turned before answering.  He was thinking about the seclusive life of the artist. He heard a whoosh,then a sharp intake of breath. He turned around to look back at Jack.  At least, he looked where Jack had been.  Now, just his bowler was on the concrete.

Ramon moved and bent over to pick up the bowler.  He heard a whoosh…





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