
BEE GONE cover with DJT as bumblebee

Columns on local goings on could mean the Quad Cities of IA/IL (Moline, IL or Davenport, IA); Chicago; or Austin, Tx, since Connie spends parts of each year in those towns where she has homes. ‘Of local interest” could mean politics, opinion pieces, or business or entertainment-related subjects.

BEE GONE cover with DJT as bumblebee

Donald J. Trump as a loser
“Trump’s impatience makes him not only an unreliable negotiator; it makes him a weak one.”
When he spoke with U.K. Prime Minister Keir Starmer earlier this month, Trump was desperate to notch a win, having already claimed without any evidence to have struck 200 trade deals (more than the number of countries the U.S. recognizes in the world). Those 2 lines courtesy of David A. Graham in “The Atlantic.”)
Other countries have now branded DJT as TACO, which means “Trump Always Chickens Out.”
How does that make you feel about the poorly-conceived, ham-handedly executed series of executive actions that pass for United States policy these days?
It’s hard to believe that we are all going to have to endure over 3 more years (3 years and 7 months) of the convicted felon now crapping up the Oval Office with tacky gold stuff, but there you have it, folks. The GOP in office can’t be counted on to do anything constructive. Destruction they have down. That’s why we’re in a world of hurt right about now.

Trump behind bars
See “American Dharma,” Errol Morris’s interview with Steve Bannon to learn how the GOP and Steve Miller and Project 2025 were being prepared for decades to ruin our once-great country. And now, thanks to some bad decisions on the part of the Democratic party and some worse decisions on the part of U.S. voters, we’re stuck with this guy (who claims he is going to run again in 2028).
I seem to be the only one that I personally know who really feels strongly about global warming and wants a government that will do everything in its power to keep our volatile weather from killing us. I have nothing against gas-guzzling autos, per se, but I have a lot against a tornado leveling my house (and me). And don’t look for help from FEMA now that DJT is in the process of ruining every government agency.
All I’ve heard from DJT are catch-words and buzz-phrases like “Drill, baby, drill!” Those are the catch words and buzz phrases that got us into this mess in the first place.

Steely Dan, the new Prius.
I’ve read that there are creative suggestions to help prevent the melting of the glaciers. I’ve done my part by driving a Prius since 2000 (7 at last count). However, the others (and, by this, I mean other countries and our own country), with the exception of that Swedish girl who keeps grabbing the spotlight to trumpet her concerns about global warming, seem to be doing nothing at all. What about distributing some white marbles on the glacial ice to reflect the sun’s rays and help prevent melting. No? (I read it actually could work, but there are concerns.)
Let me know how you’re coping with this worse-than-the-Pandemic period of time dealing with DJT.

Leaving blue skies for Tornado Alley. (Tuesday, 5/13)
We departed Austin, Texas, and headed for the Midwest on Tuesday. It was tough to leave the beautiful blue skies of Austin. It was warm. Very warm. It was unseasonably warm in the 90s all the way to Joplin, Missouri, where we ended up Night One after driving for 10 hours.
Our choices for lodging were either Muskogee, Oklahoma or drive further and make it to the larger Joplin. When we reached Joplin and pulled into a Best Western Inn to secure lodging about 8 p.m., there was only one room left. And it was on the second floor. And the elevator was broken.
We have so many bags. Not having a working elevator was not working for me. Plus there is the wonky left knee that I injured while bicycling on vacation in Green Lake, Wisconsin, in 1997. That left knee blew out on 9/15/2022 and put me in a wheelchair and hobbling with a cane until March of 2023.
We drove to the nearby motel. It did not look promising.
Their elevator, too, was broken. What is the problem in Joplin, Missouri, that when an elevator breaks, nobody fixes it? (The desk clerk made the remark that it had been broken for weeks.)
We kept driving up the street. The next motel was a LaQuinta. It had a working elevator. We stayed there. There is no carpeting on the floor(s) of the rooms; I forgot to pack slippers. There were photos outside the LaQuinta of many pools that looked very nice, both indoor and outdoor pools. I also forgot to pack a swimsuit. Too tired to think about swimming, anyway.
ST. LOUIS, HERE WE COME

Interior of car while driving
The next day (Wednesday), we drove to my brother-in-law’s house in Maryland Heights, a suburb of St. Louis. We were making good time, driving from the bottom left corner of the state to the top right corner of the state. Still hot everywhere. I think our one tank of gas when we filled up was $21. I could be wrong about this, but, thanks to the new car, purchased after we were hit by a young driver in Okmulgee, Oklahoma on the way down to Texas during a tornado, we were getting great mileage.
We had a big delay when I-44 was totally shut down for miles. Two huge trucks crashed, one running into the other and causing a chain reaction and a fire. It’s not a good sign when your GPS suddenly changes the ETA from 1 and 1/2 hours to 3 hours. Also not a good sign when a huge crane, a fire truck, an ambulance, and a hearse go by, while you sit, motionless, for a long time, waiting to be routed around the crash.
As we sat there, the huge trucks on this Interstate were like a stock exchange list of big companies, with Amazon, Home Depot, FedEx and every other major chain under the sun with trucks all sitting, motionless, waiting for the opportunity to circumvent the site of the crash. It was featured on the nightly news, but we never heard whether anyone was killed. For sure the fire trucks were dousing what looked like 2 blackened huge boxes, which once were trucks, I’m thinking, when we drove by.

Horizon
I was serving as a talking book, reading aloud the book “Careless People,” which I finished while in Cancun. It was a good enough nonfiction treat to share. It is a truly entertaining and informative read about Facebook and Mark Zuckerberg, from a woman who worked there for 7 years. I hope every member of Congress quizzing Zuckerberg reads it before asking him questions about his offers to the CCP. (Chinese Communist Party). Any book that opens with a shark attack on the 13-year-old author has me right there. Try it; you’ll like it. And, more importantly, you’ll learn a lot about the back story behind Facebook and what really goes on and has gone one since its inception. (Now, it’s Meta.)
MARYLAND HEIGHTS
When we reached Maryland Heights, we went out to eat tacos with Niece Megan and husband Aaron, and their little people, Winnie and Wesley. (And Mark, of course). Mark now has 4 grandchildren under the age of 4, one (Mickey) a new-born. Mark was our babysitter when he was 12 and son Scott was born. Scott was born in 1968. Mark was born in 1957. He is twelve years younger than his older brother, my husband. Now Mark is babysitting A LOT for Ruthie Kay, Wesley, Winnie, and Mickey. [Good thing we taught him all the tips of the babysitting trade.]

Dinner at a local taco restaurant
We left the next day on our way to the Quad Cities (4 hours). There were tornado warnings and severe storm warnings with 70 mph winds out even then. Fortunately, the 1 to 8 p.m. warning period saw us arrive safely in the Quad Cities. An EF3 tornado traveled 8 miles through St. Louis not long after we departed and did extensive damage. It was off to the right of Maryland Heights on the radar map.
We’re here, but will be returning to the Texas heat for the annual Family Fest. We hope our newly planted trees and bushes are surviving and thriving.
Here, in East Moline (IL), a week since we departed the Lone Star state, it is in the fifties and sixties. There is hope that we will reach 70 degrees on Friday or Saturday. My clothing from Texas is totally wrong for Illinois. In fact, we had to turn our heat on here. In Texas we were running our A/C.

Rooftop view of Austin, Tx
But we’re home from the land of BBQ and Tex-Mex Food and views like this one:
We learned that two restaurants have closed here, one of them (the former Captain’s Table) the restaurant just down the hill from us in East Moline. The other restaurant closing is Thunder Bay. I haven’t been back to Thunder Bay since Fred Thompson held an event there while running for the Republican Presidential nomination, so I am not as upset about the loss of that restaurant as I am about the Captain’s Table, which burned down once, was rebuilt and opened up as Catfish Charlie’s. The quality of the food and service as part of that chain declined, although the view of the Mississippi River and the outside dining made it a worthwhile stop despite the downgrade.
I also learned that my favorite Hallmark Store in East Moline is closing. I am really sad to see it go. It is a wonderful store. I will miss it a great deal. I wish someone would buy it and continue to run it, but I can understand how difficult it must be to plan for orders in a world where tariffs are arbitrarily imposed on the source nations and then lifted and then put on again, ad infinitum. I can’t imagine trying to deal with the impact of this administration on small businesses, which I was one of for 20 years.
Last year, the Maid Rite and the dry cleaners closed during our absence from town. I found out that the dry cleaners had moved when I entered with some slacks that needed shortening. It had become a nail shop. I went into the next-door Maid Rite, hoping to surprise the spouse with Maid Rites (a Midwestern delicacy). It had become a Soul Food restaurant. I almost had to go outside and look at the signage above the door to make sure I hadn’t taken a wrong turn.
I miss the dry cleaners so much that, today, I spent literally hours shortening my own track suit pants, which had been in my Austin closet, unworn, because they are 3 inches too long. I did my usual inept job, but I did shorten them. I will wear them to Iowa City to make a routine stop at University of Iowa Hospitals & Clinics on Friday, with Memorial Day weekend plans for attending a graduation party in Cedar Rapids on Sunday (nephew Chris Castelein’s daughter Sophia).
So, in our trip to Texas: major league tornadoes in Oklahoma and a ruined car (totaled).

The Firebird Prius after the 11/3/2024 crash
We twist tied my red Prius (the Firebird) together and drove 6 hours after the accident. It was an interesting drive, with the headlights smashed out but the tail lights working. The car had 28,000 miles on it, as it was the 20th Anniversary Edition of the Prius, named the Firebird. The new car is Steely Dan.
My Prius adventures (after 4 Cadillacs in a row) began in 2002 with the WaterBug, which cost $20,050, 0% interest, 0% financing, and a $500 rebate from the government for trying the new hybrid technology. Next was the Firefly (red) in 2004. When daughter Stacey went to college in Nashville (Belmont), she got the Firefly and I bought the Grasshopper, a 2008 Seafoam Green version. That 2008 model was my favorite layout, so when we needed a car to leave in Texas, we sought out another 2008 used Prius, the Silver Fish, which was really sort of a metallic silvery tan color. My 2013 Blue Bird also went to Stacey when the Firefly got old and she expressed the feeling that she had been driving it to so many places that she might be developing a psychological bond with the little red Prius. It did a good job of getting her to and from Tennessee and Colorado and she sold it to a Mexican buyer who paid cash. I drove the Blue Bird the longest—from 2013 until the 20th Anniversary Edition was announced in 2020. Depressed during the pandemic, I decided to buy one of the Anniversary Edition cars, sight unseen.

Steely Dan, the new Prius., purchased on 12/3/2024.
Our dealership was getting only 2 of the cars, a white one and a red one. When the white one showed up with a luggage rack on top, I, once again, took the red one and named it the Firebird. It was a good car and it didn’t deserve the end it had. Neither did the Blue Bird, which was smashed into by some drunk teenagers driving a stolen car who abandoned the vehicle and sped off, leaving it totaled in Madison, Tennessee, a Nashville suburb. The November 3rd accident in Okmulgee led to us buying a silver Prius in Cedar City, Texas, which is one of the largest dealerships in the nation and the largest in Texas. They had 9 new Priuses on the lot and we bought it exactly one month to the day after the death of the Firebird. Steely Dan is doing well and was a very economical vehicle on our marathon trip home. I need a lesson on how to use all of it. It seems much lower than our previous cars and the dashboard is very modernistic but the sleek look with the hidden handle on the back door is very attractive. We also like the little lights that signal drivers nearing you. What I don’t like, so far, is that you cannot open the right side passenger door and it doesn’t open as you approach it with the “automatic” key. I assume that is a safety change, so that, upon approaching your car, some stranger doesn’t let himself into your vehicle, but it is a serious disadvantage when you approach the car loaded with packages and you have to dig around for your key in order to open it. Maybe I’m missing out on some of the manual’s directions, but, so far, it seems this is the way it is going to be for the duration.
I would really like leaders who do something to try to head off the horrible weather that global warming is producing.
Minnesota is on fire.
Places that have never had fires or floods are having fires and floods.
Chicago just had a dust storm reminiscent of the Dust Bowl days.

Mother’s Day, 2025 with daughter Stacey. Welcome Home, me.
One of my most fervent wishes is that whoever is leading the country does something to try to save the planet and save all of us experiencing 25 times the weather anomalies that we experienced in my youth. Sure, we had tornadoes. (One hit my hometown of Independence, Iowa, and dropped part of the roof of St. John’s Church in my back yard when I was about two. My dad built me a playhouse out of the rubble.)
I read somewhere that, in a four month period, we used to have 4 such horrific weather-related events, and now, in the same time frame, we have something like 167. Don’t quote me on that, as I don’t claim that is exact, but I think we can all agree that the weather is getting to be a real problem. Not regulating emissions and eliminating watchdog agencies like the EPA is definitely not the answer to the problem.
But, welcome home, me. It is thundering outside right now. Good luck to us all with the current lack of any plan on the part of those in power to even admit that global warming is occurring.

Donald J. Trump, a loser
God save us from the weather and from DJT.

The Goodbye Line
BACK STORY
Many years ago, when I was pondering writing a novel (before I actually wrote four of them) I had a “Eureka!” moment where I thought of what would be the perfect plot device. My nascent novel would feature a pay phone booth. It would follow the different people who used this pay phone booth. It seemed like a good idea at the time, although I never followed through with actually sitting down and thinking up a plot that would involve these fictional protagonists.
That book idea has died a grisly death. So have pay phone booths. A recent statistic informed me that just ten years ago each state had about 27,000 pay phones. Fast forward to 2025. The California Utilities Commission reported that as of March there are only 2,525 active pay phone units in California. Four hundred and eighty-four of these pay phones were located in Los Angeles County. In Los Angeles there are only 149 remaining pay phones. Out of those 149 pay phones in Los Angeles, only 20 were operative.
Pay phones have given way to cell phones and my novel idea has died with the changing times. But never fear. A couple of clever artists, Alexis Wood and Adam Trunell, came up with an idea far more creative than my novel idea: the Goodbye Line.
THE GOODBYE LINE
The pair—who are a romantic duo as well as a professional team (Wood is a documentary filmmaker)—have placed stickers on the phones that say, “Yes, this pay phone works” and have invited random individuals to use the phone free and leave a message. Their pitch: “Some day these will be gone, like me, you, and everyone else.” The message went on to invite passers-by to leave their (free) message “before it’s too late. Saying goodbye is such a part of life. It’s all us coming and going, coming and going. We all share that. And it makes it less lonely, less scary. Not that it makes it easier.”
Trunell, 46, and Wood, 37, emphasize that the Goodbye Line was not rooted in any sort of personal loss. But the calls have reduced Wood to tears, at times, and left the pair pondering how to intervene if the caller seems to be saying goodbye to life. One call, coming in from the Hollywood corner of Yucca Avenue and Wilcox Street, read: “Goodbye, Donny. You were my love from 2017 to a few years ago. But you died last year, and I didn’t know for a long time. It makes me very sad.”
Another caller voiced an emotional goodbye to her mother, who died when he was a teenager, saying, “You thought that I might kind of squander my education,” said the caller, recalling that their last conversation had been an argument about his grades. “I love you, and I miss you, and this has been a long overdue goodbye.” And he hung up.
ALEXIS WOOD & ADAM TRUNELL
The callers have the opportunity to state that they want their words kept private. Otherwise, Trunell and Wood transcribe the conversations and post them on Instagram and social media. Trunell says, “You kind of just walk into this and realize how all this feels. It just sort of happens. The reward is unexpected connections, and reminders of your own humanity. I’m worried about my folks dying, but I don’t think how it’s going to change me. This just feels like a very human project. It takes you out of whatever b.s. is going on.”
One particular phone booth, set along the Chaney Trail, produced calls from people (hikers) saying good-bye to their previously unfit selves and opening the door to their new svelte selves. There are, of course, some drunken calls. And, occasionally, there are disturbing calls, like the one that Wood describes: “It sounded like a kid, and it was a super brief message, and you don’t know if it’s serious or not.”
When asked what caused the two to start the Goodbye Line, Trunell said, “Initially, I wanted to hear people’s voices. I wanted a place where we would get to hear people saying things.”
A PERSONAL APPEAL

Call me. (Isn’t that a song?)
Me, too.
I recently wrote to my best friend (whom I had called, but not reached) and declared, “I NEED A PHONE FRIEND.” I grew up in the era of land lines. I like nothing better than a discussion about current events, politics, movies, or, really, anything. In today’s society (as a former phone friend informed me) all the ‘cool kids’ text. You are considered an oddity, a fossil, a freak if you’d like to actually TALK to someone.
And, of course, I don’t mean sharing health hurdles, but conversation with like-minded individuals who, ideally, share 50% of the duty of carrying the conversation on to a level that we both enjoy. One potential phone friend, my sister, never leaves her house, doesn’t own a car, and currently doesn’t have a driver’s license. She was perfect because she literally never goes anywhere. When you phone others, they are at work, or out shopping, or otherwise engaged (making dinner, reading, watching TV, etc.). Some of them have let me know that they just don’t have the time or inclination to be my “phone friend.” If I didn’t “get” that when it was articulated more than once, some have rattled frying pans or clinked glasses or otherwise let me know that I am bothering them and they are much too busy to be my phone friend.
That is sad, for me. And it is sad for humanity, because, as Adam Trunell said, I, too, wanted to hear people’s voices and other people’s opinions—probably why I went into journalism in the first place in 1963.
If you would like to be my “phone friend” and have time for a conversation on any topic of your choosing, send me a note (via e-mail) and let’s have at it. (I’m not close enough to California to find a pay phone and make a call and, besides, that would be a one-way encounter, which is not my intention.
My only sibling, I had to cross off my dance card. Perfect in so many ways (see above). But she interrupted repeatedly AND within five seconds.
I asked, politely, that she let me finish one short sentence. One of our first cousins had just died, unexpectedly. I had called to share this news. Despite asking politely that she not interrupt for five seconds to let me get that message out, it didn’t help. She said, instead, “If I don’t say what I’m thinking immediately when I’m thinking it, I won’t remember it later.” O…….K……
I gave up on her as a phone friend, a loss because she is, after all, my only sibling and, secondly, how many people do you know who never leave their house at all? (That would be none, for me). I finally had to point out that phones do work “both ways.” I moved on down the road. We haven’t spoken in months.
So, with the loss of the sole phone friend with plenty of time to talk, I am open to new phone friends, and I want to put that out there for anyone reading this who knows me. How would you reach me? Write me at Einnoc9876@gmail.com and we’ll figure it out.
And let me end this piece on the death of land lines (which work so much better without recharging) and pay phones with the words of Todd Martens, who wrote about the Goodbye Line in the Los Angeles Times. It’s a fascinating article and one that ends with this well-written paragraph: “An underlying thesis of the Goodbye Line: Its existence is a reminder of life’s impermanence. As much as it encourages us to say goodbye, it’s also a nudge to never stop picking up the phone to say hello.”

“A whistleblower told Congress and CNN that DOGE staffers secretly used Starlink (Musk’s satellite network) to export vast amounts of sensitive worker, union and employer data from the records of the National Labor Relations Board. Russian hackers then logged onto the NLRB’s computers, USING THE RIGHT PASSWORDS, the whistleblower said.”
Where does your mind go when you read this?
Do you wonder, as I did, “Gee. How did the Russian hackers KNOW THE PASSWORDS?”
Or do you say “Well, DJT is definitely in the tank for Putin. Everything he has done—nearly all of it very detrimental to our country in so many different ways—is something that Russian media is crowing about on their official television channel. ”
I could go on at great length about the damage to our country that has been visited upon us to date, but I don’t need to explain this to anyone with a functioning brain and the ability to “connect the dots.”
Think about the above and be afraid. Be very afraid.
And while I am pondering the horrors of being stuck in a kakistocracy (look it up), if you have, so far, been giving Donald J. Trump the benefit of MANY doubts and honestly do believe that he is acting in our country’s best interests and is treating the Presidency of the United States the way it should be treated—well, then you’re not really paying attention, so move long,.
Nothing to see here if you’ve drunk the Kool Aid.



Canadian Primer Minister Justin Trudeau.

BEE GONE

“Motherland,” an Oscar eligible short.
“Motherland” – This 24 minute 21 second short dealt with a couple–an Iranian man and a girl from Iowa— who are meeting the girl’s in-laws for the first time. The Jasmin Mozaffari film is set against the backdrop of the Iranian hostage crisis, which took place in 1979 and lasted for 444 days during the Carter administration. It was inspired by Jasmin’s father who married a woman from Alberta, Canada.
“Motherland” was named as the Best Canadian Short Film at the Toronto International Film Festival. Mozzafari was named Best Director at the Aspen Shortsfest and her debut film “Firecracker” debuted in 2018 at the Toronto International Film Festival. Her short YASAMIN, based on her mother’s story of immigration, was a Grand Jury Prize Nominee at the 2018 AFI Film Festival. In 2022, she associate produced the short documentary “Longline of Ladies” which world premiered at the 2022 Sundance Film Festival and won the grand jury prize at SXSW.
Jasmine’s father, in real life, married a woman from Alberta, Canada. The New York Times compared Mozaffari’s directing style to “a young Andrea Arnold.” For those not familiar with Andrea Arnold, she directed “American Honey” in 2017, which won a BAFTA as Outstanding British Film of the Year. In 2022, Arnold was a nominee for the Best Documentary of the Year for “Cow,” a chilling look at the life (and death) of a cow on a dairy farm in England, with no dialogue and an absolutely chilling end for the cow of the title. Andrea Arnold was named “Most Promising Newcomer” in 2007 for her film “Red Road” and shared a 2010 Bafta for “Fish Tank” for Best British Film. Arnold directed “American Honey” in 2017 with Shia LaBoeuf and Riley Keough. It was a big winner at Cannes and in London at BAFTA, but the film was overlong and meandered.
If Jasmine Mozaffari is being compared to Andrea Arnold, she is in very good company.
Babak, an Iranian medical student in school in Iowa, portrayed by Behtash Fazlali, is in love with Katie and they are on their way (in a car, like 3 out of 5 of these shorts) to meet Katie’s parents for Thanksgiving, 1979. As the film opens Babak—who resembles Al Pacino in “Serpico” with the full beard as the film opens—is being harassed by the locals in a confrontation with Americans who are incensed at the invasion of the embassy in Tehran. One of the Americans holds a poster that says: “Nuke ‘em until they glow. It worked in Japan. It’ll work in Iran.”
The couple meets up with, initially, just Katie’s mother at a dance hall type building that would be more at home in Texas or Oklahoma than in Iowa. I grew up in Iowa. Neither the landscape around the dance hall nor the dance hall itself seemed authentically “Iowan.” The surrounding landscape looked much more like Texas, from where I am while writing this.

“Motherland,” a short from Jasmin Mozaffari.
Katie’s mother, Ruth, played by Birgitte Solem, is polite but cool to the young man escorting her daughter. Katie’s (Oriana Leman) father doesn’t show up at all, at first. Later, her father, Werner Summer—extremely well-played by John Ralston—makes it clear to Bobak that “My daughter will not be your effing green card.” Bobak—who has even begun calling himself “Bob”—has, by this point, shaved his beard and is trying very hard to make a good impression. However, much like immigrants from other countries who are demonized, tensions were running high and much of the animosity was not based on reality, but on hearsay or propaganda. Originally, the Iranian students protesting the Shah who took over the Embassy had no intention of occupying it for long periods of time. It is interesting that many of those in positions of power that day went on to become highly-placed governmental figures.
I don’t doubt that there was hostility towards Iranians in the United States during this tense time in history. I lived through it as a teacher; it probably happened more in the cities, whereas I was in a relatively rural area in Illinois. I was teaching 7th and 8th grade students and had known one of the Iranian hostages from Jesup, Iowa. My students and I were very aware of the crisis and very concerned for the safety of the hostages.
Fourteen months later, on January 20, 1981, the Iranian hostages were released. This was announced by Reagan, although it was negotiated by Jimmy Carter. The protesters were angered that the United States allowed the Shah to enter the U.S. for medical treatment for cancer and that they would not return him for trial. $7.9billion in Iranian assets that had been seized was released to facilitate the release of the 52 hostages, not counting those who escaped posing as a film crew, as depicted in the film “Argo.” Nov. 4, 1979 was the beginning of the Iranian hostage situation; the end was January 20, 1981.
In “Motherland” I could not tell if the romance between Babak and Katie was going to go forward or if her parents’ hostility had killed it. They are (once again) in a car and the Thanksgiving, 1979 meeting with Katie’s parents did not go well. I can only assume that, since Jasmine’s father, IRL, did marry a Canadian woman, they work further on their relationship and rise above her parents’ opposition to it.

Bethany Anne Lind in “His Mother.”
“His Mother,” a 13 minute and 39 second short film that is Oscar eligible, stars Jennifer Lawrence look-alike Bethany Anne Lind as the mother of a young man who is threatening violence at his college, Southern Tech. Young Harrison Miller, age 19, 5’ 10”, has left a variety of clues that he is about to explode, saying things like “The end has come” and “None of you ever gave me a chance.”
Maia Scalia wrote and directed this high tension race to save lives, She is a graduate of New York University’s Tisch School of Art and has worked on 2022’s “Call Jane” with Director Phyllis Nagy and star Elizabeth Banks and Sigourney Weaver in 2022, a film about the fight for abortion rights in pre-Roe days, which would be just as timely right about now. Ms. Scalia’s choice of Bethany Anne Lind to play “His Mother” is fortunate, because she does a believable job as a half-hysterical mother on her way to try to save her son from committing murder
Bethany Anne Lind played Grace Young in “Ozark” and Sandra in “Stranger Things.” It is a tribute to Bethany Anne’s emoting while behind the wheel of her car and racing to the scene of the potential crime that this short works at all. It was the third (of five) that had significant—or all, as in this case—portions shot inside a vehicle. Having written a few screenplays, I understand how tempting it is to use a car or a truck for the setting, as it certainly helps keep expenses down and frees up the set decorator and art decorator and lots of other sorts (not much need for unique costumes, either) and, consequently, helps keep the cost(s) of a production down.
We never actually see her son, Harrison, or his preoccupied father, Jason Miller, whom Bethany Anne talks to on the phone. The voice of father Jason is D.W. Moffett, a Chicago native who has played roles in “Traffic,” “Falling Down,” and “Friday Night Lights.” The voice of Harrison, her son, is Ben Irving, who played Bobby Freeze in Ben Affleck’s 2020 film “The Way Back.” Officer Davis (Evan Hall of “Orange is the New Black”) and the emergency dispatcher (Aleah Guinones; Keisha in 2023’s “Shrinking”) are the only other voices in the piece, and we never see them.

“His Mother” Oscar eligible short.
Sound effects (bullets and sirens, for example) become important in this short piece. The music by Eli Keszler is crucial and the cinematography by Matt Clegg is mostly close-ups of Bethany Anne Lind’s face. I found myself wondering how his mother telling the authorities to look for her son in a blue Accura was viewed by Ms. Miller when the authorities caught up to her son, who had posted videos that led to him being sought as an “active shooter at large.” Phrases like “This is his only choice” are countered by his frazzled mother’s plea “Please help me understand.”
This one was tense and dramatic and takes place completely inside a car. I saw five in one sitting; this was my favorite.
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