Renting Movies
When I go into Hollywood Video for a movie, or two, or three, or nine, it's because I'm going to have my own little orgy of movie watching. It's more like sneaking a 30-pack of Bud Lite from 7-11, ashamed to admit that you really plan to go home and drink it all that night. Except, of course, for me, it's a six pack of Ben and Jerry's on a Sunday, hoping my bishop doesn't drive by and see me.
All the movies at the theaters right now are so awful, so I've been forced to fall back on rentals or TV shows. And who wants to say they watch TV shows? Except when we rent a whole season of one—my gosh, renting the first season of 24 almost ruined our lives. It was a miracle we took showers and bushed our teeth.
I tend to be like a kid with cartoons—you know how they sit there with a little drool coming out of their mouths and you can't get them to hear you? That's me. And I like a bunch of them, like potato chips, all stacked up together so you can cram your mouth full and get that huge crunch thing? My brain's like that with movies. I get a brain crunch that's very, I don't know…restful?
I like odd movies about people—romances are the best but not a requirement especially, although, who doesn't love a romance, honestly, and I like a good car crash once in awhile. I have to have a happy ending, big time. I'm ultimately here for the fun of it. Last night we watched a movie about a 48-year-old Chinese woman from a very close family in Flushing, who got pregnant and her parents kicked her out of her house and she had to go live with her daughter who she found out was gay. Really? Chinese people always look so uneventful in San Francisco when you get on a bus and it's full of all these grandmas who're going shopping for that day. Of course, these people were pretty shocked.
And then there was this one with Matthew McConaughey who played a tall handsome guy who was the only "normal" person in a family of dwarves and when his girlfriend got pregnant, he left her and she went to live with his brother who was a little person. He talked all about being okay with everything, but when it came right down to having the rubber meet the road, he couldn't come through. It validated a lot of my feelings about tall handsome men. Except, of course, my husband.
Who is, oddly enough, willing to put up with this because I married possibly the only man raised in Orem who hiked to Provo, this was in the olden days, to spend the day at the movies himself. When he comes home from a hard day of pouring concrete in 104 degrees and he finds me still in my pj's, he's willing to take the bowl of Ben and Jerry's with Hershey's sauce that I've made him for dinner, catch up with the plot, and hunker down. And that is probably why I don’t' need romantic plotlines—Isn't that the best love story you've ever heard?
All the movies at the theaters right now are so awful, so I've been forced to fall back on rentals or TV shows. And who wants to say they watch TV shows? Except when we rent a whole season of one—my gosh, renting the first season of 24 almost ruined our lives. It was a miracle we took showers and bushed our teeth.
I tend to be like a kid with cartoons—you know how they sit there with a little drool coming out of their mouths and you can't get them to hear you? That's me. And I like a bunch of them, like potato chips, all stacked up together so you can cram your mouth full and get that huge crunch thing? My brain's like that with movies. I get a brain crunch that's very, I don't know…restful?
I like odd movies about people—romances are the best but not a requirement especially, although, who doesn't love a romance, honestly, and I like a good car crash once in awhile. I have to have a happy ending, big time. I'm ultimately here for the fun of it. Last night we watched a movie about a 48-year-old Chinese woman from a very close family in Flushing, who got pregnant and her parents kicked her out of her house and she had to go live with her daughter who she found out was gay. Really? Chinese people always look so uneventful in San Francisco when you get on a bus and it's full of all these grandmas who're going shopping for that day. Of course, these people were pretty shocked.
And then there was this one with Matthew McConaughey who played a tall handsome guy who was the only "normal" person in a family of dwarves and when his girlfriend got pregnant, he left her and she went to live with his brother who was a little person. He talked all about being okay with everything, but when it came right down to having the rubber meet the road, he couldn't come through. It validated a lot of my feelings about tall handsome men. Except, of course, my husband.
Who is, oddly enough, willing to put up with this because I married possibly the only man raised in Orem who hiked to Provo, this was in the olden days, to spend the day at the movies himself. When he comes home from a hard day of pouring concrete in 104 degrees and he finds me still in my pj's, he's willing to take the bowl of Ben and Jerry's with Hershey's sauce that I've made him for dinner, catch up with the plot, and hunker down. And that is probably why I don’t' need romantic plotlines—Isn't that the best love story you've ever heard?
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