my name is neal

There’s a Southern Gospel song that kept ringing through my head as we wound our way back home. It says,

They say that Heaven’s pretty and livin’ here is too,
But, if they said that I would have to choose between the two,
I’d go home. I’d go home, where I belong.

The song is talking about home being Heaven. In my head, home was just home, and it’s good to be here.

After we crashed for a day, we started back to work. We shot a Brief yesterday and two more today. Now we’re watching an Anthony Hopkins movie called, Fracture. It’s one of those quiet crime dramas that remind me of a rainy afternoon in the fall. There is no rush or dependence on noisy action.

Usually films like this are set in New England. This one is set in Sunny L.A., but it still feels rainy.

This is Anthony Hopkins at his best. The character he created is brilliant and confident. He is evil and lovable at the same time.

These moments when we put work aside for a couple hours to watch a movie…that’s home.