4 Friday, May 20, 2016 www.brooklintowncrier.com Locally owned and operated, The Brooklin Town Crier is a publication of Appletree Graphic Design Inc. and is intended for the residents & businesses of Brooklin and Ashburn, Ontario. We accept advertising in good faith but do not endorse advertisers or advertisements. All submitted editorial material is subject to editing. For Advertising Information Contact: 905-442-9828 • mulcahy42@rogers.com "Proud to be a Brooklinite" 35 Dopp Crescent, Brooklin, ON L1M 2E5 905-442-9828 • EditorBTC@gmail.com Founded in 2000 and published 24 times per year. Circulation 8000 Delivered via Canada Post to every mailbox and to local businesses counter tops. The paper is paid for by the advertisers. Please support them generously. To pick up an extra copy visit a local business. Next Paper: Thursday, June 30 , 2016 Deadline: Friday, June 24, 2016 not minding that it hurts photos by Leanne Brown By Sarah Eddenden We are watching Lawrence of Arabia. After dinner, one night, we could watch only 20 minutes before I had to head out to rehearsal. The next night, we managed to watch about an hour. The night after that, my daughter had homework. The next night, my son had a soccer game. We watched another 15 minutes the next night and then I was out the door again. Then there was a party at Nova's Ark, which my son attended because he had a PA day that day and had already packed for DIAC. My daughter hadn't. Then they were at DIAC. My husband renewed the DVD. When they got home, still my daughter had homework. Then I had my rehearsal the next night. As we ate dinner before I left, my daughter asked if we were going to watch that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy movie we had out from the library. "We still need to finish Lawrence of Arabia," my son said. My daughter looked shocked. "We haven't finished that yet?" she asked. "It's like a million years long." I felt bad for my husband. It is his favourite movie. We watched Gone with the Wind in two nights. We watched Ben-Hur in one night, so involved were we with the story. He looked slightly crestfallen, and I gave my daughter a sidelong glance. She knew what that was about. So she said: "I don't mean that in a bad way." Which changed the topic of conversation there. "How could that be a good thing?" I asked her. "That was great," I imagined someone saying, "because it was like a million years long." I guess it could be inferred if someone were smiling and happy after a ride at an amusement park. A really nice kiss. A Northern Lights show. Summer. Unwrapping Christmas presents. A cold beer. A head rub. A foot tickle. Still, what it implies really is a long wait in a line. An interminable doctor office visit. Being put on hold. Winter. A bank visit. A drive in too much traffic. A package that never seems to come. A cold. A sleepless night. A cold sore. It's tainted already is the shame of it. Lawrence of Arabia has been marked in our house as the movie that was like a million years long, just like The Village is the M. Night Shyamalan movie that doesn't know when to end and Moonraker is the stupid James Bond movie. I saw Lawrence of Arabia in the theatres in 1989, after it was restored and ran 216 minutes. I don't remember being bored. I remember very large blue eyes and a Peter O'Toole who looked nothing like the Peter O'Toole I knew from Masada and My Favorite Year. I am right now reading a book called Hellraisers: The Life and Inebriated Times of Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Peter O'Toole and Oliver Reed. It is all about the lives of these four actors, three of whom died too young from too much booze. O'Toole made it to 81. That's like a million years old. We haven't done this movie justice. It should be watched in its entirety from beginning to end. Even better, it should be on a big screen. My husband and I watched The English Patient on the Cinesphere's 80-foot tall screen. Eighty feet of Ralph Fiennes. I just read that the Ontario government still hasn't said whether or not the Cinesphere will be demolished during the Ontario Place renovations. Progress? I am sad about that. My husband saw Lawrence of Arabia there, where it could be shown in its full aspect ratio. Something called anamorphic widescreen. It is how it should be seen. He says it was breathtaking. As it is, we will finish it up here and it will end unceremoniously, anti-climactically. My husband will feel let down. So I will keep an eye out for a big screen showing of this beautiful movie which really isn't like a million years long. Because that is what it deserves. We will untaint it.