Couple months ago I reread for the nth time my all-time favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. When I closed the cover, I didn't want it to be done, so I thought I'd pop in the movie, only to find we didn't have it. I knew we used to, once upon a time. Perhaps that was VHS? Anyway, I asked for the DVD for Christmas. I asked and I received. And we watched it last night.
Is there any man that is more of a man than Gregory Peck as Atticus in this movie? I don't think so.
Dear sweet Lord above, I love this man.
And I love so many of the things he says, like:
"They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."
I love the father he is to his children, I love his moral compass, I love the southern gentleman thing he had goin' on. Makes me mad he never made a move on Miss Maudie, though. What was up with that, anyway?
May God strike me dead if I'm lying to you, but I swear even George Clooney himself couldn't come near to touching Gregory in this role.
Why did I never name any of my sons Atticus? Three golden opportunities all wasted.
What's up with that, anyway?
Pitter pat. Click, clack.
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