Back in the 90’s I snuck into a movie theatre to watch “Cape Fear” – a psychological thriller about a criminal seeking vengeance against the prosecutor who convicted him. It was a bold remake of a 60’s classic set in this idyllic seaside town. Great show. Great cast. If you haven’t seen it, you should.
The upside: Loved the flick. Solid acting. Should’ve won an Oscar.
The downside: The paparazzi hounded me for months, confusing me with lead actor Nick Nolte after his infamous mugshot.
I get it — our hairstyles were similar — and it was the 90’s: Style was interpretive, knotty fur was in, collars were cool, Grunge was hip.
But I’m an Irish Terrier, and he’s human and Scottish-American. Big difference.
Even though we’re different species, our identical looks got me into some legendary after-hours parties … life was a blurry ragefest of pets, scratches, and groggy milkbones on Martin Scorsese’s yacht. The 90’s were epic. Thanks, Nick.
But true confession: The sad reality is I’ve avoided Cape Fear ever since. (Insert sad music).
Thankfully, I’ve matured a lot since then and the serenity of this beautiful beach town has become a vegan version of chicken soup for my soul.
I’m proud to say nearly 3 decades later, I’ve confronted my past. And as you can see, I have no fear in Cape Fear. Onward!