Oh fer gosh sake. . .that movie is composed of vignettes, sometimes called “slice of life” writing, and it is about later life. The Villages is merely the setting, probably chosen because it has the highest profile of any retirement community anywhere and it is easy to find stories here.
It is about a handful of aging boomers who told their stories to a camera. (I think maybe the filmmaker wanted it to be the next “Nomadland.”)
We boomers have been watched for our entire lives. Always seen, observed. We were born as the “Great Expectations,” due to the times. We affected everything. Our demographic has been called “The Pig in the Python.” (Remember that old picture — I think in Nat Geo — of a python that had swallowed a pig and it was working its way throoooooogh that snake.)
Now, the elder boomers have reached 75 and counting. But we are still highly visible. (Just ask TV marketing. The tail end of the boom is now starting to arrive here.)
They built schools for us.
We crowded the colleges — and we were not saddled with an obscenity of student loans.
We bought lots of houses, etc., etc. etc.
The government noticed when we started hitting SS and Medicare.
Now, some of us might be going to our 50th high school reunions.
We are still being looked at as we age — and guess what, we are not all the same. Geez.
Why take that little movie so personally?
And, speaking of causing great consternation in the land, I wonder when we will get to see that documentary made a year ago — “The Bubble.”
There is another documentary titled “The Bubble,” but that is an older one and is about Celebration, Florida. (You can’t copyright a title.)
Boomer — who refuses to drink Kool-Aid — that stuff ain’t real — and it can ruin your teeth — and I like my teeth.
