I watched “Saving Private Ryan” recently. Actually, I probably saw only saw about 45 minutes of it. I didn’t anticipate so much graphic bloodshed.
Maybe I expected “wholesome” because Tom Hanks was in it. I don’t know what I was thinking. After all, the film depicts a pivotal World War II event. Duh!
However, when the soldier staggered away clutching his own severed arm, I was done!
At least, while averting my eyes, I got a lot done. I scribbled my grocery list, addressed a birthday card and sewed a runaway button on my green dress.
Busy hands are happy hands.
Squeamish? Me? You betcha!
Folks describe 1960s and ’70s movies as repressed or bland.
What? Did you miss “Night of the