I just saw the movie The Aviator (1985) last night with Christopher Reeve and Rosanna Arquette. It’s actually not a movie about flying as much as it is a movie about wilderness survival. If you’ve been on the fence about watching it, I can say that I enjoyed it.
There’s some childish cliches about it, like a whole subplot involving scary wolves. But the shot-on-location scenery is spectacular, as are the costumes. I caught myself wondering what I’d do throughout most of the movie, and that’s probably the best part about movies like this - it gives your imagination a chance to play through certain scenarios.
One example: Arquette is injured and Reeve needs to be able to transport her, but he doesn’t have the energy to carry her. So he builds an Indian “travois” from a few trees (those platform-like things that could be pulled behind horses or behind a man pulling it).
Anyway, I’m watching Reeve pull her on this thing and I’m thinking, that’s way too short. If he made those poles much longer in length and put her down at the tail end of it back behind him, it would require about half the energy to pull her around like that…
But I really enjoyed the film. It’s one you can watch around your kids no problem. I recommend it, it was fun. It’s currently available on Prime, but will be gone by the end of the week.
In Appalachia they get confused as ‘haints’ or otherworldly creatures roaming the dark woods. Hearing this, you can probably understand why. They make a downright spooky sound in the dark, Appalachian backwoods!
We need Alfred Hitchcock to come back and do a movie about this.
In all seriousness, I’m glad both people are ok.
Have you ever been attacked by an unlikely animal? I almost got into a fist fight with a white-tailed deer once. My grandpappy’s hens always tried to kill me when grandma would send me to the henhouse to collect eggs. I’ve had a few feisty run-ins with geese. On another occasion, a shrew about the size of my pinky toe didn’t like me camping near her burrow and she was going at me pretty heavy.
