When we want to see a first run English language movie, the spousal unit and I have to drive an hour south into another country. So last night we again became Marn and Paul, international travellers, and drove down to St. Albans, Vermont.
Try not to be jealous.
Selecting a movie always involves the sort of delicate negotiations normally used to settle boundary and trade disputes, a complex assessment of past concessions, current needs.
On the table was: Perfect Storm; Patriot; Chicken Run; and Me, Myself and Irene.
Just let me state for the record that if any of these movies had involved Harrison Ford then I would have been a hard woman to budge.
If any of these movies had involved Harrison Ford AND the removal of his shirt, well, I'm sorry, but negotiations would have been unnecessary, THAT would have been the movie we would have seen.
I have my needs.
Fortunately, we were in a Harrison Ford free zone, so the heavy artillery was not necessary.
The spouse opened with, "We just saw a Hugh Grant movie the other night." I conceded that we had, indeed, but it had been a rental. No points for him, although he desperately hates Hugh Grant and anyone who looks like Hugh Grant, so watching a movie with Hugh Grant in it is a favour to me.
I pretended I was giving something up. "Well, 'Patriot' looks good, but I don't HAVE to see it, we could rent that." (I've heard it sucked. Paul doesn't need to know that, though.)
You could see the wheels turning, but he was trying not to tip his hand too soon. "The reviews aren't great for the Jim Carrey movie," he said. I agreed, we added that to our future rental list. Two down, we're at the wire. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
I'm tired of finesse. I decide to set my cards on the table. "Let's go see Shlippy's movie," I ventured.
Paul looked puzzled, I could see him trying to figure out who Shlippy might be, what movie that might be ... Was Shlippy some new rapper like Ice T? Has Prince, the guy formerly known as the Artist formerly known as Prince, changed his name yet again?
Embarrassed, I confessed Shlippy is the owner of an on-line diary I enjoy alot, that Shlippy is a woman who lives where "Perfect Storm" was shot.
I just SO hate it when Paul gives me one of those, "You HAVE to get a life, a real life and SOON" looks.
But we saw Perfect Storm and it wasn't bad.
I think we're going to catch "Chicken Run" later in the week. All the kids who were leaving the theatre when we were, and had seen "Chicken Run" instead, were still cracking up.
When in doubt, ALWAYS get a movie review from a six-year-old.
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