We went to see
The Martian this afternoon, in 3D. Enjoyed it very much. I did not use to like Matt Damon. Or maybe I just didn't like (him in)
Good Will Hunting. I don't really know. When I look at his filmography—
sixty-four films he's been in!—I realize I haven't seen him in all that many movies, and actually, most of those I have seen I enjoyed very much. The
Bourne films;
Ocean's 11, 12, 13; Rounders; The Talented Mr. Ripley; The Departed; Syriana; Invictus; Interstellar. Maybe I should watch
GWH again (not to mention a few of the other sixty-four I've missed or not seen in a long while, starting with
Mystic Pizza in 1988); perhaps my attitude will be different. I know I liked Robin Williams in that film . . . Though now it makes me sad to see
him . . .
Matt Damon aside, my general feeling after seeing
The Martian is that it's a good thing I did not become an astronaut, because I would surely have died. I can't even get vegetables to grow on Earth, never mind Mars. Make water? Create heat? Do self-surgery? Think on my feet? Though I
am pretty good with duct tape, and that seems to be an important astronaut skill.
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