My wife Hilary and I watched Last Flag Flying on Apple TV a few nights ago. If you have not yet seen it, I strongly suggest you do.
Here is a link to some information about it.
Richard “Doc” Shepherd (Steve Carrell) shows up announced in a bar owned by fellow ex-Marine Sal Nealon (Bryan Cranston), and they go surprise another man from their platoon in Vietnam, the Reverend Richard Mueller (Laurence Fishburne) in his church. They haven’t seen each other in more than 30 years.
Doc’s son, a young Marine, has recently been killed in Iraq and he recruits his old buddies to help him bury his son; and they reluctantly agree.
This is a wonderfully crafted film dedicated to healing—healing on multiple levels and finally addressing wounds that were suffered all those years ago. It’s about the lengths one goes to build-or rebuild-your tribe—your healing tribe. It’s about the power, energy and beauty of reconnection with old soul mates.
And thanks to Bryan Cranston, there is a lot of humorous moments—Carrell plays it pretty straight.
In fact, throughout the movie I kept telling Hilary my old pal from childhood in the Chicago suburbs, George Blystone, could have easily been cast for Sal’s role. No acting lessons required.
George and I reconnected after more than 25 years back in 2010—two years after our son, Jimmy, died. He lives in Connecticut. I am forever grateful to have George as a member of my tribe. As I think back on it, I went looking for him, like Doc did with Sal and Mueller. That story is told in
We all need a tribe and we shouldn’t hesitate to go out and enlist our members: family and friends for sure, but also people we thought were forever in our past, and people we don’t yet know. I want to explore and write more about this.
Would love to hear your thoughts and reactions to the film.