For the last four or five hours I’ve been filling out forms and sifting through my mom’s effects and taking care of wills and probate and remaining debts in the Southbury/Woodbury area of Southwestern Connecticut — her stomping grounds since ’94. This after arriving at JFK this morning at 7:30 am followed by two hour-long train trips. A nice sunny (actually fairly hot) day mitigates the mood. You can’t ignore the sadness but neither can you submit to it. Too much to write down, fill out, put in boxes, question, double check. I have this odd feeling that I’m being watched by my mom or my late father or sister or brother…maybe the whole gang en masse. Any way you slice it I’m the last of the brood. Me and the boys, I should say, along with Zak and Aura. Exhausted, of course, but doing what every sole beneficiary has to do.

Bill Murray as another burnt-out, scuzzed-out case a la St. Vincent — in this instance a client-less music manager stranded in Afghanistan — discovering a gifted female singer (Omar‘s Leem Lubany) in the approximate vein of Mark Ruffalo‘s music manager in Begin Again. Directed by Barry Levinson, written by Mitch Glazer and costarring Kate Hudson, Zooey Deschanel, Danny McBride, Scott Caan and Bruce Willis.

Born-on-the-Bayou guy: “My Jurassic World screening was crowded, but audience didn’t clap or cheer much. A few laughs here and there for Chris Pratt, who is decent. The ending got mild applause, but I was bored throughout most of it. Just another hide-and-seek with monsters and humans…except it cost $150 million dollars. Been there, seen that, got the shirt, gave it away. And Indominus Rex wasn’t all that impressive.

“Bryce Dallas Howard reminded me too much of Kate Capshaw, all that talking on the phones with BD Wong and Vincent D’Onofrio and the ‘secret meeting’ with Wong and Irfan Kahn leading you to think this was some weird 70’s paranoid thriller…went nowhere.

“Seems like they took some of the best or better parts of the other films and made a Jurassic Gumbo with mixed results.