Last night George and I went to see George Clooney’s “labor of love” film about Edward R. Murrow Good Night and Good Luck. It is brilliant. There are certainly enough reviews of the film around that I don’t need to say much about it, except the realism of the smoking. Virtually every character in the movie smoked and much of it was filmed through a haze of cigarette smoke. Both George and I felt like we needed to go home and wash off the smoke. I forget how recently (less than 20 years ago) it was that people were allowed to smoke just about anywhere they chose. (It still is the case in most parts of Europe.) I still remember going into my boss’s office and having it be full of smoke. Since I have never smoked, I hated those days. Thank goodness times have changed.
