At 20 minutes in, I leaned over to Darin and told him I was considering heading to the Barnes and Noble and I’d see him later. He told me to wait.
Wish I’d gone to the bookstore.
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At the credits rolled:
He: So, you didn’t like it.
She: I’m trying to think of an axis on which I didn’t hate it. Well, no: hate is too strong.
He: Okay, okay, I get it. You didn’t like it.
She: You did?
He: I liked everything about it. Except for story and character, since it didn’t have those.
She: You liked the cinematography?
He: Loved it.
She: Did we just see two completely different movies?
He: I enjoyed the offbeat pace. I like the quirky setups, the weird stuff going on. You didn’t like the flat lighting and the unusual look everything had?
She: Um, no.
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So, there you have it: proof positive I’m married to an idiot. Okay, not really. But I seriously wanted to walk out of what I felt like an overly long, self-consciously weird movie that had a grating artistic style and no fucking redeeming characteristics to make up for it. Darin, obviously, felt differently. So, you know: if you enjoy big budget Hollywood movies that appear to have been made by a bunch of college kids with their first 8mm, go for it.
Me, I’m off to the bookstore.
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Wow. Usually I agree with Mary Ann, but this time I wish I’d gotten to see the cut of the movie she did. “This is a movie to watch a million times and never tire of.” Heh. Yup, we definitely disagree.
