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It's Official....NO WALL !
 

Would U try for "black ball in CENTER pocket" ?
 

Agree with Seaguy on Kyle but my absolute favorite in Tampa is Eduardo.
 
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Thanks to all of you for the birthday wishes, much appreciated! Means a lot...

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The movie “Mass” starts and ends with the Christian hymn “Blessed Be the Tie That Binds.” It’s a slow, reassuring tune famous for its use in all three acts of “Our Town,” the classic American play about parents and children, why we go on living and what we leave behind when we die.
“Mass,” which premiered Saturday in the Sundance Film Festival, tackles all of those timeless topics, too, and I’d reckon the “Our Town” shoutout is purposeful from writer-director Fran Kranz. But his drama is also haunted by a modern plague the people of Grover’s Corners could scarcely imagine: school shootings.
Kranz’s poignant debut feature, which mostly takes place in one tense room around a folding table, knocks the wind right out of you and then lingers in your mind for hours, if not days.
Several years after 10 local high school students were murdered in a massacre, the mother and father of one victim and the parents of the gunman, who killed himself, meet face-to-face for the first time in a church basement, seeking some kind of closure.
It’s a brave premise, handled sympathetically by Kranz, that allows for a quartet of visceral performances that doesn’t come along every year. Heck, every five years.
The parents of Evan, the victim, are Gail (Martha Plimpton) and Jay (Jason Isaacs). Gail can barely will herself to walk into the building at first, and she is determined to find out how the monster who killed her son was created. Were there early warning signs? Could it have been stopped?
Hayden’s mom Linda (Ann Dowd) and dad Richard (Reed Birney) not only lost their child on that awful day, but have been blamed over the years by many of the families of the students he killed. A lawsuit was filed against them. Could they have done more? Were they good parents? And the most heart-wrenching: Are they allowed to fondly remember their boy?
You see, Kranz has not attempted to coldly psychoanalyze a killer — Hollywood’s favorite thing to do — but instead suggests what the healing process might look like after living through a nightmare.
The first remark to really shake us up comes as the couples are sharing old photos, which their therapists have suggested. Gail hands one to Linda and says, “That’s the last Christmas.” Silence.
Later on, while talking about the unfathomable challenge of being the parents of a loathed murderer, Linda painfully confides, “The world mourned 10. We mourned 11.”
There are many such striking moments. Plimpton and Dowd’s relationship unpredictably switches over and over again, from professional to combative to conciliatory and back. Dowd, with a monk-like calmness suggesting years of self-reflection, is the adult in the room — until an unforgettable moment late in the film when everything changes. Plimpton begins as a fortress who’s unwilling to hear anything she doesn’t like, and gradually comes to realize she’s sitting across from two other humans who also lost a kid.
Neither actress is playing a British queen, or is smothered by prosthetics in a weighty epic — and I know it’s only January — but these women have given two of the best performances you’ll see all year.
Isaacs and Birney (who film audiences won’t recognize, but is a brilliant stage actor who wowed Broadway with “The Humans”) have more restrained roles. Their characters clearly feel they need to stay strong for their wives, not to mention their own masculine pride, so their occasional cracks are affecting.
Viewers, I’m sure, will be hesitant to watch “Mass” when it’s widely released. It confronts one of the ugliest stains on American life that frightens us on the news all too regularly and that we pray never happens again. But, more importantly, the film beautifully expresses humanity’s best aspects — our capacity to forgive and connect with the most unlikely of people.
As Emily says in “Our Town,” “Let’s look at one another.”
 

 

 

Unfortunately the link you provided did not permit watching unless one subscribed to the source.
 
However, in order to comment, I can draw on my own life experience. In early 1980’s I was a gay man living in Europe and travelling annually several times between there and North America. I was aware of the disease that was killing young gay men from 1980 onwards. This was before we knew the HIV link to the disease.
 
In 1984, an American friend of mine, who lived in the same city in Europe, called me to ask if he could bring his brother who was visiting and who was infected with the virus, to a party I had organized for about 25 of my friends. I replied yes but said I would inform my invitees in advance if they wanted to back out themselves. None did and I was very gratified with their response.
 
My boyfriend and I did everything we could to make everyone comfortable but I must admit I took precautions such as limiting access to a single bathroom adjacent to the living room and foyer and closed off the other part of the apartment where there were two other bathrooms.
 
During the party the American guest was the focus of the party. He sat on a sofa surrounded by my friends, who were not reluctant to touch him and embrace him on arrival and departure, as Europeans are wont to do. Afterwards, I did a cleansing of the washroom like things are done today with COVID. Lots of bleach and washing of all surfaces.
 
He died in 1986, in Los Angeles, where I visited him a week before his passing. By that time we knew how the virus was transmitted. I was happy that we as a gay family group had handled the situation in a humane and mature way.

OP note: I don't want to be superficial but I look forward to the shower scene.

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*** note to our 35 year old members (who think they are old):
record
(noun)
a large round black piece of plastic containing music or other sounds
 
Mine was a 45-- Dizzy by Tommy Roe. I was 7 years old. There was a variety store across the street from me and I bought it there. I took it home and it skipped. Exchanged it and got the same result. 5 times. On the 7th attempt it worked. I probably still have it on a shelf in my closet.