(Oh, great God of Sleepovers, how I do worship and love thee. So benevolent. So magnificent. So nookie-enabling.)
The wife and I had an entire evening to kill so we decided to go see a movie. I had watched a good portion of the Oscars earlier that week and had been dismayed by the tiny percentage of nominees that I had actually seen. In fact, if you excluded animated flicks, I had not seen a single movie nominated for any of last year's Oscar. Gah.
We considered movies like The Departed (winner for Best Picture), but that didn't seem like it necessarily required a big screen. We might as well rent that one. After careful consideration, we settled on Pan's Labyrinth. This seemed like the best choice for several reasons
- Won multiple Oscars (Best Cinematography, Best Art Direction, Most Pretentiousness)
- Would benefit from being seen on a big screen
- Lets us pretend that we still appreciate big city culture
Well, we all make mistakes.
As it turns out, I am undeniably shallow. I want the sympathetic characters in the movies I see to have some possible reason to live or way to enjoy life. I'm not demanding that every movie be sunshine, dipped in chocolate, and topped off with a blowjob, but I need a reason to be optimistic. I'm ok with a sad ending, but please don't make the whole journey depressing.
I don't want to see romantic comedies where the entire movie is an inevitable slog towards cutesy displays of public affection, but nor am I interested in cinematic experiences where I must constantly consider whether it's inappropriate to snack on candy while watching a man get his leg sawed off. I'm picky that way.
I think I'll go watch The Daily Show now.