I spent three and a half hours the other day in a movie theater, watching the five Oscar nominees for The Best Documentary Short Subjects *****.
And learning I was wrong again.
Generally, my movie tastes favor full-length documentaries (and foreign films), just as my preferences in reading favor nonfiction over fiction.
I tend to stay away from short stories and short films, in part because my memory loses those faster than it does the longer ones.
But Ellen was away, I’d finished my second book of the week, the grandkids were otherwise occupied, and I thought maybe I could stretch myself (as in trying something new). Also, I’ve always wondered why the Oscars waste my time on the awards for these short films. Maybe I was being ‘shortsighted’?
Now I know what I’ve been missing.