We cats are so impressed with the Empire State today that gosh, we're wondering if we should move there.
Well, maybe not. (We hate to move.) But we'll try to spend a ton of money in New York the next time we drive through on our way to Canada.
The swift and decisive action on guns by Governor Andrew Cuomo and that allegedly fractured and dysfunctional legislature in Albany has had an unintended effect. It's made us look back at Sunday night's Golden Globes and cringe.
Why? Because there was Hollywood, patting itself on the back for a job well done, and even reveling in a pop-in from Bill Clinton — but never acknowledging its own romance with, and constant glorification of, guns and blood and death.
Should anyone dictate to filmmakers what movies they should make? Of course not. Do we cats like Quentin Tarantino? Yeah, a lot. Is there any evidence that violence in movies leads to mayhem in life? Not really. So, what's our problem?
Just this: After a month of trying not to visualize 20 little kids lying in pools of blood with their faces shot off, we cats wish that with all the talent and resources at its disposal, Hollywood would spend more time exploring a human emotion other than the desire to kill one another.
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