I love the original Planet of the Apes movie. It is ah-mazing. It’s just next level old school Hollywood and who would not want to see that? Truly. Charlton Heston; intergalactic gigolo, alongside the gorgeous Kim Hunter as Nova, I mean come on already. Besides the fact that Mr. Heston could read a potato chip commercial and make must eat TV, the story of this post apocalyptic who done what to who is so intriguing. Apes on horseback in camo waging war and some wearing backpacks? Hunting humans without the power of speech and doing so in the name of science and domination is double what what? Nuts! Bring on the crunch.
I bring this up not to get your thoughts on why Marky Mark from the funky bunch may or may not played the better role as Taylor in the updated version of the original, but because of the way I felt when I first saw the movie. It really did blow my mind, it was original. And very few things are in this day and age. It was the future, or was it? It was adventure, or is it? It was long, but long enough and worth the wait.
The first 50, yes about 50 minutes are about our lead man fumbling his way through the barren desert looking for answers; looking for a clue. It is the ultimate Kung Fu moment of trekking though the sand looking for something, someone, some how. No spoiler here, even of you haven’t seen the original, you KNOW it’s an ape meets ape world where humans are sport and the apes are at the top of the food chain. We are mere mortals. And we better have our game face on.
I know I do. And that creative fire is well, we’ll get there.
We live in Phoenix, some call it an oven, I call it the surface of the Sun. Many say it’s a dry heat, we just call it home. Summers are usually spent getting away from it all, however some times it’s just not in the cards; but this year I was dealt the Royal Flush. My family did not do the traditional 4th of July parade, parents, ping pong, BBQ or beach; we missed the fireworks and found ourselves buried in the work, but I did see fire for the first time.
Wait for it…
Arizona is tough around the 4th because fireworks cause, well you guessed it, wildfires. Open flames in a place not exactly known for water; well you get the picture. And if not properly supervised or young Timmy goes a little ape with a sparkler, then yep. You guessed it. Cue the hose. Needless to say, they keep the crowds and the crazy on the yellow right, as in proceed with serious caution. Last night was no exception, but it was…exceptional.
Drones. They take amazing photos yes. They can capture the chaos after the aftermath, They may just deliver our next pizza, but they also dream the dream. And they do it NOW. I don’t want to wake up! Drones took to the night sky last night over Carefree, Arizona.
Talk about what is next and what is now. 100 drones to be exact; it was a show of all shows, it was like watching an Oscar winner. Drones, working as a collective, soaring as bright colored lights, spinning and singing in synch. They were not random, they were ready. They told a bright and compelling story; BLOK boxes, barrels, flags and fashionable flowers. The stars were swimming above and all was in motion. Their precision was passion.
I literally scanned the crowd to see if was just as amazing for them as it was for me. I told my kids to mark the date. I looked over at my husband who was filming the magic on his phone. I think we all felt the fever for the flavor of the future. I wrapped my arm around the shoulder of the person to my left. Thank God it was my own mother-in-law:) It was that moment, that what what? It was the future in the making and I was making one sound….WOW. How had we come this far? What on Earth is next for this controlled yet charismatic state of chaos? We can only sit back and watch.
I’ll save the seats, you buy the popcorn…the show has only just begun…