This past weekend was extremely low key, homey and restful because mama somehow acquired the crud on Friday. You know the crud; stuffy head, stuffy nose, stuffy chest and fuzzy mind. The sounds coming from my human this weekend were not especially feminine (or human, to this pup’s ears). Luckily, our friend Laine had posted a blog last week about colds and flu myths, and this helped me care for mama.
Myself, I’ve experienced allergies but never the full blown crud. Of course I’ve been sickly in the past, but it’s usually my own poor judgment and questionable behavior that makes me ill. (See “Intervention?” for more insight into some of my illness inspiring insanity.)
Wilbur and I tend to get a bit antsy if we can’t get out for a walk or to the park, but since the crud had turned mama into a feverish snot-dispenser, we acquiesced in favor of lounging beside our guardian all weekend. I stayed especially close to mama even in bed, which not typical for me. My usual behavior is to lay on the bed for awhile and then retreat to my cozy dog bed. But this weekend when mama was in bed, day or night, I remained by her side (attempting to eat her used tissues).
In between napping we caught up with Top Chef (we love our cooking programs), watched movies and read. We saw a number of decent flicks, but the one that really tickled me was “Whatever Works”, starring Larry David.
You loyal readers know that I frequently use the phrase “just think like a dog”. Well, the main character in this movie, Boris (Larry David) has zero ability to think like a dog. He’s quite the opposite, in fact. He’s constantly worried and annoyed, fretting and kvetching, nervous and self-absorbed. But Funny (with a capital “F”)!
“Whatever Works” was written by Woody Allen, and has all the markings of any Allen film, except he is not in it. If the part of Boris was played by Allen instead of David, this movie would have felt stale. David and the wonderful supporting cast (Evan Rachel Wood, Patricia Clarkson, Ed Begley) bring a fresh, funny and hopeful face to Allen’s well-worn schtick.
As the film progresses so does it’s protagonist, until his thinking is closer to dog-like than the thoughts of the pessimistic bloke we meet at the beginning of the movie. All of the characters in “Whatever Works” go through their own metamorphosis of thought and behavior, growing in surprising directions.
“That’s why I can’t say enough times… whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace… whatever works…” ~~ Boris Yellnikoff
You don’t have to be on the couch with the crud to get a chuckle out of this rental. Have any of you readers seen this film? Did you like it?