I came inside a few hours ago from raking out the flower beds. Blue Kid was lying on the couch, hugging a pillow, watching Frost/Nixon. I grabbed a magazine and sat down on the other couch.
"Is this movie good?"
"Yeah. It's really good. All the actors are perfect. They have perfect chemistry. There's nothing fake about them at all."
I tried to tune out the movie while I read my article, but it kept pulling me in.
"Think it was good enough to have been nominated for an Oscar?"
"Yeah. I think it should have won. Mom, Nixon didn't only do bad things."
"I know. Is this movie making Nixon out to be a sympathetic character?"
"That always happens after time goes by. You end up feeling sorry for them in a way."
"That won't ever happen with George Bush!"
"Yeah. It probably will."
He shot me a look.
"I think the tragedy of Bush was that every role he ever played was pushed on him because of who he was -- the family he came from. The guy should have been a salesman, working trade shows."
"Would he see it that way?"
"Who knows. He's so cocky. Maybe deep down. You would think at his age he has to recognize failure."
Twenty minutes later, the movie ended with Frost and Nixon standing on a beautiful patio, overlooking the ocean. Nixon told Frost how lucky he was that people seemed to enjoy him and he seemed to enjoy people right back. He said he found it odd that he had chosen the life of a politician. One where it's so important to have people like you. He said he never really had that.
"You know, I think there's one person who may never been seen as a sympathetic character, BK."
"You know, Dick Cheney was in the Nixon administration."
Blue Kid shot me a look. A few minutes went by.
"I'm gonna go Google it."
And I heard his door shut and the Googling begin.
*Headline changed when I realized I goofed. Of course, BP caught the typo!