On our way to our room on the seventh floor of the Budapest Marriott Hotel, we saw this object outside the (yes, seventh floor) hallway window:
It moved up and down, back and forth quite rapidly, seeming somehow both random and purposeful.
And no, it probably wasn’t a flying saucer. It was operated quite expertly by this man on a rooftop across the street:
And no doubt it related to the filming of a movie taking place on the street below–an amazing little camera gadget!
Dan and I just finished watching the Coen brothers’ movie, A Serious Man. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that this is a story in which pretty much just when things can’t possibly get any worse–they do. And weirdly, it gets pretty funny.
So, we were sitting there stunned as the credits rolled by, and there was this job title: “The last of the just”. Right in there with best boys and gaffers and stuntmen and drivers and all the rest of them. The last of the just. I am not making this up.
What I can’t figure out is whether this is a job title I’d like to have, or whether this is a job title no one should wish on the entire world, that there should be one final just person.
In all this grimness, you will perhaps be pleased to know that the credits also declare that “No Jews were harmed in the making of this movie.”