sandyrubi

Listen, I know exactly nothing about Formula 1. My entire understanding of the sport boils down to fast cars, terrifyingly expensive champagne showers, and apparently, a shocking number of tire changes. Engines? Couldn't care less. Drivers? Meh. But this film? This film had me hooked.

I walked into the cinema purely for Brad Pitt, because let's be honest, the man could read a phone book and still be captivating. And also, as one character put it so eloquently, "That's a handsome man right there." Truer words.

But what I didn't expect was to be on the literal edge of my seat, emotionally invested in tire wear and pit stop speed like it was life or death. The whole cast turned in solid performances, the editing was razor sharp, and the soundtrack? Chef's kiss. It pulled me right into the adrenaline-soaked world of F1 like I'd been a fan all along.

Somehow, I blinked and 2.5 hours had flown by. F1 the movie didn't just deliver a story, it delivered a ride. Unexpected, electrifying, and honestly kind of inspiring.

I've never been particularly attached to the original Snow White, always felt like it lacked depth. So, going into this new version, I wasn't expecting a masterpiece, but honestly? It's far from the disaster people are making it out to be. With a tighter edit, trimming about 20 minutes, cutting a couple of unnecessary songs, and, let's be real, Gal Gadot was misscast, it could have been a much cleaner, more enjoyable experience.

Rachel Zegler? No surprises there, her vocals are consistently phenomenal, effortlessly carrying the film in that department. The backlash, though, feels less like genuine critique and more like a sport at this point. Some people just seem determined to rip things apart, and honestly, I wonder how many of the loudest critics actually sat through the whole thing.

I knew what I was getting into when I sat down to watch *The Salt Path*. I'd read the book years ago, so I was prepared for the raw emotion, the struggle, the quiet strength woven into every step of Raynor and her husband's journey. But knowing doesn't always soften the impact.

As I watched their story unfold on the screen, I was struck again by the sheer gravity of what they endured-homelessness, illness, the brutal unpredictability of life. It made me reflect on that familiar vow, *for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health*. It's one thing to say it on a wedding day, full of love and hope. It's another to live it through the toughest storms, to prove with every action that you truly mean it.

Sitting there in the dim glow of the cinema, tears sliding down my face, I squeezed my husband's hand just a little tighter. I felt the warmth of his palm, the steady presence of him beside me. And in that moment, I was overwhelmed with gratitude-for him, for our life, for the simple but extraordinary gifts we often overlook. Our health, a roof over our heads, a bed where we can lay side by side.

Life is unpredictable. It can turn in an instant. But right now, in this moment, we have each other. And that is everything. He is my home.