Movie night
Forgot to blog about it, but I saw “The Notebook” last weekend. View the trailer here.
In addition to crying my ass off throughout most of the movie, I laughed a lot, too. It turned out to be quite the poignant story about whom you choose to love and the places you can go if you let that love lead the way. I was mostly depressed because I don’t know if I have ever felt that way about anybody; or, rather, I never had a chance to see how far that kind of passion could go. I don’t want to give any spoilers, but an inscription — “Read this to me and I’ll come back to you” — still reduces me to a pile of silly putty. *sob*
What I can say about the movie is that some ghetto people decided to either stand right outside the theater doors or just inside them. They talked as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. I was near the door and almost killed them because I missed a few minutes of dialogue. They went away for awhile, and then they returned a half hour later. Unthinkingly, I screamed out, “DIE!!!!” in the crowded theater. I expected to have popcorn and M&Ms thrown into my hair for that, but the audience seemed to murmur in agreement. Someone closer to the exit went and bitched them out, and they left.
But, alas, I missed even more of the show when some fucking kid a few rows behind me kept asking its parent questions: “I don’t understand! Why did he do that? Why did she say that? What does that mean?” Blah blah blah. Loud as fucking drums in a mausoleum. Now, I could curse out people in general who take their kids to movies, but then I have to remember the father and daughter who sat in front of me — she didn’t utter a peep. I think she was as transfixed by the Southern scenery and complicated storyline as I was.
Anyway, I think I need to go see that movie again — preferably when nobody else will be in the theater. Most definitely recommended!
On iTunes: Sinead Lohan, “Hot on Your Trail”