Movie Review: Seabiscuit
| Title: | Seabiscuit (2003) |
| Rating: | 5/10 |
Kristy and I watched
Seabiscuit
after putting the kids to bed. Dave (Sharp) joined us from his
new room next door to our condo. The movie is an inspirational
"cinderella" drama about a longshot horse (and owner and jockey)
beating the odds, then failing, then finding redemption. It's
Rocky at the horse racetrack. Not a bad film; but nothing
stunning.
Summary: A bit campy, but worth the rental price.
:: Posted by rus on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 11:29 pm
:: Filed under /reviews/movies
Cayman Islands: Little Cayman, Day 5
Another day, another swim... this morning out to the reef and
back. After some morning pool play, the five of us went out
to Point of Sand for some snorkeling and swimming. Some locals
were there celebrating Good Friday. They had motored over from
Cayman Brac and anchored just off shore. They caught themselves
some grouper and some conch and were preparing a barbecue and
conch stew on the beach.
Despite the fact that they
had arrived first, they let us borrow some table space in the
shade and use their hammock so we could put Olivia down for a
nap. They even gave me a bit of their stew - nice folk.
We played on the beach for a couple of hours and did some
snorkeling and have some lunch. At one time I just sat on the
beach and watched my three kids playing in the sand. All of them
were just sitting there, playing independently of each other and
were all perfectly calm and happy. They seem to be fascinated
with the sand.
Here are some random pictures:
After lunch we returned home, took naps, and just stayed out of
the sun until dinner.
Dinner tonight was on the Southern Cross Club dock. Our table was
placed next to one of the dock edges. There are no rails, so we
placed the kids on the interior-facing edge of the dinner table;
that is until the Club dog starting walking around the tables. We
moved Eliana from the inside edge of the table (next to me) to the
outside edge of the table (between Dave and Kristy) to make
her feel "safe" from the dog. Eliana does not like dogs at all.
While Kristy was up getting plates ready for Berkeley and Eliana
at the buffet, I busied myself feeding Olivia. While I was doing
this, out of the corner of my eye I saw Eliana tipping her chair
back. As I was telling her "Ana! No! No, no, no, no, no, no!",
she lost the balance of the her chair and tipped over backward.
Her chair hit the deck and the momentum caused her to catapult
backward over the edge of the dock and down to the water 8 feet
below.
I lept from my chair from the other side of the table and jumped
down into the water immediately. I was there not one second after
she hit the water. The water depth was greater than her height;
about 3½ feet in depth... or up to my belly button. I
don't remember much of anything from the time I saw her tip over
to the time I was in the water searching for her, and finding her
paddling and struggling to keep her head above the water with the
most desperate look on her face you have ever seen. But once I
was there I scooped her up and held her tight. She was terrified.
I reassured her, "Daddy keeps you safe. That's
Daddy's job."
There was no harm done. There was one large coral rock next to the
dock where she fell... but she missed it when she fell in (as did
I when I jumped in after her). I strolled back to our room with
Eliana in my arms. We were
both soaking wet. As I walked, I played back the events in my
mind in slow motion... when she tipped, I didn't even think. I
reacted; I jumped. I wondered to myself, how high up would the
dock have had to have been to force me to hesitate. A curious
question.
Before long, we were back at the condo. I dried her completely
off and laid out some dry clothes.
While I was changing her into her new dress, she
asked me: "Will there be fireworks tonight?" I guess she had
already put the matter behind her.
Later in the evening, after we had returned from dinner, I put
Eliana and Berkeley to bed. Outside their bedroom, I lingered and
listened to the two of them talk to each other from their beds:
Berkeley: "I'm glad you're ok when you fell. Were you brave?"
Eliana: "No, I wasn't brave. I was scared."
Berkeley: "I think you were brave. I didn't her you cry."
Eliana: "No, I cried."
[She didn't cry, she whimpered a bit is all. Berkeley would have
bawled!]
Berkeley: "I didn't hear you cry."
Eliana: "I cried Gerky!"
And then they argued about whether Eliana was scared or brave or
whether she cried or not. Berkeley gave up after a little while.
And then they were both quiet.
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