Beginning to research our later autumn-early winter trip to Colombia: intended destinations are Cartagena and Barranquilla. We ain't Moon people, but information is important; that book gave me a lot of information.
The Old Man & the Gun wasn't worth making, and if anyone other then Robert Redford pitched that turkey I can't imagine that dud being made. I kept thinking and saying if this thing doesn't improve in ten more minutes, forget it. I turned it off after an hour, and rue the wasted time. I ain't getting any younger, and that film was a waste of my time.
The Man who never was I first watched several years ago, and enjoyed, or remembered so (perhaps I thought I remembered so). I found it indirectly, having read a novel by David Ignatius (a brilliant reporter and excellent writer); his epigram quoted, I believe, a phrase by (book was Body of Lies, which I found easily with a web search) Ewen Montagu. Soem memories are best left undisturbed.
Independence Day is from 1996, when women still wore big shoulder pads in their jackets. It's 2½ hours long, about an hour longer than it should've been. Its hokey dialogue would get a film student reprimanded by an instructor tired of hearing clichés and truisms. I finished it, and didn't rue it.
I didn't watch First Man; this is the second time I've taken it out of the library and not watched it. I think I detect a pattern.