Mr. Braff, I’d Take a Shiner For You

The following alludes to a scene from the moving film “Wish I Was Here” written and directed by Zach Braff. When you read the name Ian Buckwalter, please read it as Cloris Leachman snarled, “Frau Blucher” in “Young Frankenstein” with a subsequent horse neigh:Cloris Leachman

Dear Mr. Braff,

If ever I was in a grocery store and saw IAN BUCKWALTER, I would have no problem approaching him, even though he works for one of my favorite news venues (NPR). Seeing IAN BUCKWALTER’s shopping basket laden with limburger cheese, I would be sure to tell him that saltines were in order, since they haven’t any taste, just like his review of your poignant film. If IAN BUCKWALTER consequently punched me, which doesn’t seem a very NPR-ish action to take, I would wear my shiner with pride.

IAN BUCKWALTER’s take that your philosophical scope is no larger than a fortune cookie slip leads me to believe that Chinese restaurants now offer impactful family advice. A fact which gives me trepidation since my Masters in Counseling could be obsolete.

May you write many more cinematic fortunes,

Roxanne

Seriously folks (and IAN BUCKWALTER:), “Wish I Was Here” was gorgeous, both in its sentiment and cinematography. I gambled the risky proposition of suggesting it as an outing with my mother and sted-dad, both in their 70’s, and they, too, were moved.

In my last post about Philip Seymour Hoffman I mentioned honoring people’s memories. “Wish I Was Here” touches on this issue as well, the importance of oral history in your family’s discourse. Make it a point to ask a question to your parents about their upbringing today (if you’re lucky enough to still have them) OR tell your kids about sage advice or a cool hobby your parent taught you. I’m calling my 91 year old grandma as soon as I post to ask her about her memories of childbirth since today is my dad’s 72nd birthday.
As James Taylor sings, “Honor the people you love with love, show them the way you feel!” And go see “Wish I Was Here”!