I am a fan of the outlandish in small dosages (must be so, given your author's cranky temperament that needs moment to moment maintenance), yet on a sunshine Hawai'i afternoon, I go there. To occupy a seat in a dark movie theater for viewing a film that I have no interest in takes campy courage, as in why the hell not? Outlandish in three hour segments works, yes? Snag is that nobody warned me John Wick 4 qualifies as far beyond a “small dosage.”

In a secure hatchback car, electric windows pull closed to the bottom leaving them wide open. Seen beyond the windshield bright moon pours silver light earthly through black clouds, streaks evenly spaced.