For our 48-hour film challenge, we needed a car that might be driven by a creep. Of course, we turned to Detroit’s back catalog. (It helped that it was owned by our designated Car Guy, the guy who got us the stretch limo last year.) I became its caretaker, and drove it home overnight. It was a Buick Estate Wagon, seemingly far older than its 19 years. I marveled at its squishy handling, floaty ride and 25-foot-long hood:
It’s hard to imagine anyone was making cars like this in 1990. This was well into the era of the minivan, a veritable Ferrari in comparison. No wonder moms were already opting for Broncos and Blazers. Not that one of those could give you the design filigree of…oh, how about the driver’s-eyeline external turn-signal indicators? Talk about a detail made for the geriatric pilot.
Oh, well. As Kenan the Car Guy said, “You can put a four-by-eight sheet of plywood in back without folding down the seats.” That’s something. I thought about the name: Estate Wagon. It would be the perfect vehicle for a person with an estate, capable of fetching weekend guests at the train station, with all their luggage in the back. It can haul almost as much as a pickup truck, so you can truck lots of mulch to the cutting beds without making extra trips. And when one would like to repair to the lower pasture for a picnic, the servants can go on ahead with the fixings.
The prototype of this vehicle is called Country Squire, after all.
In our case, the car belonged to “Liam Butler, a painter,” the character that was one of the required elements in our challenge. The others were a book and “Why don’t you explain it to me?” and our genre was thriller/suspense. As usual, all I can see are all the script problems, but objectively speaking, I think our entry, “A Little Knowledge,” should be a contender. Our group screening is Thursday; I’ll know more then.
One thing I do know: I never ever ever ever want to shave a deadline that close again. We’re talking seconds.
And now I am exhausted. Having spent the entire weekend more or less ignoring the news other than the weather report for Metro Detroit, it seems I missed a few things. Sarah Palin’s fare-thee-well, for one. Good thing Roy didn’t:
She also attacked Hollywood, which enlists “delicate, tiny, very talented celebrity starlets” in their “anti-Second Amendment causes,” against which “patriots will protect our individual guaranteed right to bear arms.” She warned against “enslavement to big central government,” because “it can’t make you happy or healthy or wealthy or wise,” which comes instead from “God’s grace helping those who help themselves.” She portrayed her resignation as another way of guarding Alaska “like that grizzly guards her cubs, as a mother naturally guards her own.” She also encouraged supporters to “enjoy the ride.”
What? Are you kidding me? Am I going to have to watch this thing, now? Evidently.
No wonder people stop paying attention to the news, if that’s the sort of people you find there.
My morning is crushing, but my afternoon looks better. Back then.