Loving

I rode my bike to see Loving at Embarcadero Cinema -- the discount matinee in one of the smallest screening rooms. I was moved, quietly, and smitten with the faces of the lead actors, which we saw up close quite often. I found Nick Kroll a bit distracting but he didn't stick out as much as I had feared -- he did not appear in many scenes other than the ones that were in the trailer. I happened to sit next to an interracial family -- and afterward, in the women's room, the wife told me that she wasn't sure how realistic some of the everyday scenes were. I didn't ask her exactly what she meant -- I wish I had -- but I am guessing she was referring to the scenes in which blacks and (just a few) whites were socializing. Or maybe that's just me projecting. She said she had just been telling one of her daughters (there were three in the bathroom with her, all adults) that she and her husband had lived in Maryland about a decade after miscegenation laws had been overturned there. She said, "That's American history." I managed to reply, "Not very long ago, I'm sad to say."