This stream of consciousness post is inspired by the writing prompt below for SOCS as well as the movie I am watching as I type these thoughts: Francis Ford Coppola’s The Conversation.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-ay.” Find a word ending in “ay” and use it as the theme/subject of your post. Play with it, I say!
Gene Hackman’s character in this film works for a company that listens to people. It opens with scenes of a throw mic from a high rise, pointed at a park where many people are talking, bands are playing, mimes are acting, etc. I’m shifting my train of thought now because my wife is telling me about her coffee. I wish I could say I have a three track mind but it maxes out at two. Wire tappers can hear what you say and that’s what Hackman’s character in this film can do. It’s 1974 and the throws and tapes are antiquated but it’s very cool the way Coppola shows what they can do. I told my family it’s probable they can listen in on us from space now. Consider Google Earth as a form of eavesdropping. The irony is, it’s actually socially acceptable wiretapping, to an extent right?
Hackman’s character has learned that his boss wants to kill the couple he has been paid to spy on He’s being careful to protect the people he’s spying on. Harrison Ford is in this movie, that’s so cool. I guess he was in Star Wars just 3 years later. It’s weird how Hackman, one of my all time favorite actors, says he’s 44 in the film. That’s two years younger than me but I swear he looks to be in his fifties. My wife says they had a different look back then. He’s got that pipe smoker skin. I digress. Is it possible t digress when your writing stream of consciousness? I love the look of the reel to reels and phones in this movie. Terri Garr is in this as well as a handful of people I recognize but they look a hell of a lot younger in this movie. As I wrap, think of what I am doing: watching what they do, hearing what they say. As I am an avid movie watcher. you might call me an eavesdropper, a voyeur. Then again, the actors were paid to put on a show for me. Maybe I’m more like a guy going to the cabaret?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breakdown.”