So, Saturday afternoon was a rainy, dreary day. For weeks now I've been wanting to go see a movie, kind of curled up in a dark theater with popcorn and candy.
On Saturday I saw that a movie I'd heard was good was playing at the local artsy theater, so I hotfooted it over there, stood in line behind a woman who was not only confused about her ticket purchase but taking a phone call during the entire exchange, and bought my ticket.
I got popcorn and opened a box of candy.
Readers, I was set. As the previews began, I made plans to do this again.
Thirty minutes later, I left, tossing the uneaten candy and empty popcorn tub. When I got home, I realized I should have asked for my money back for the ticket. Eight dollars is $8, after all. But I was in too much of a disgusted hurry to flee the scene of that rancid film and one movie-goer in particular to think about $8.
The movie: The Party.
Here is the trailer:
The reasons I walked out:
1. Within the first few minutes of the film there is explicit drug use, and if there is one thing I cannot tolerate at all, it's watching people do drugs.
2. The humor is satirical in nature, which I find to be a tricky balance. It can so often tip over into cynicism and leave a reader/viewer feeling depressed rather than amused. Though I only watched a half-hour of this film, depressed is exactly how I felt watching the actors portray stereotypes and cliches. Yes, there were a few witty comments or ironic moments, but the overall tone (it's done in black and white) was just kind of dirty feeling, as if I'd spent time with people who outwardly looked successful and appealing but who inwardly were in a sort of state of perpetual decay. In short, if there is no likable, relatable character (and I mean relatable in a good way, not relatable in the ways we wish to ignore), it's hard to find someone to root for, get behind or identify with. I need a redeeming character, even if she's flawed.
3. A woman in the audience found this movie funny in the extreme. In.The.Extreme. Her laughter was downright distracting. Several moviegoers looked in her direction, pointedly, just as she'd throw her blond hair back, her chin thrust toward the ceiling, and let out another whoop of laughter. This was all annoying enough but made more-so by the fact that nothing in the film was all that funny.
Of course, it's possible I just missed the point and wit of the film and someone out there (other than the blond) is feeling sorry for my inability to 'get it.'
Has anyone seen The Party?
I'm open to hearing from those of you who loved it and are shaking your heads at my inability to appreciate fine cinema.
Speaking with a friend a few weeks ago, I expressed a certain tension I've been feeling lately. I am drawn to intense books and TV shows, and then I'm all upset when I try to go to bed and have nightmares and anxiety.
My issue is that the shows or books that grab me and make me feel something are often making me feel bad things rather than good things, and I wonder if I've become desensitized to the more neutral, pleasing aspects of life.
That's probably taking it too far. Maybe I just really like Homeland and House of Cards.
My friend suggested the show Imposters. After the movie debacle, still wanting to curl up and watch something, I fired up Netflix and began watching.
My husband and I watched five episodes over the next 24-hours, basically telling our kids to fend for themselves. We did allow the dog to join us because she won't repeat phrases like 'shitshow' in front of her friends.
I love Imposters. It's light enough to not leave me feeling heavy. It's intriguing enough to be compelling. There's a subtle humor to the show that has my husband and I laughing out loud in moments. Overall, it's just a good watch. It's not kid-friendly, but it's not something that might make you want to reach for a Xanax.
Here's the trailer:
So, I'm still reading The Road and The Body Keeps the Score.
I'm listening to Educated on Audible.
I'm watching Imposters on Netflix.
And I'm still foam rolling every day.
That's my sit-rep.
Does anyone have a show you love, one that keeps you holed-up on a weekend not even caring if the sun breaks through the spring clouds?
I'm at Starbucks right now after visiting the dentist, trying to sip coffee without dribbling it down the right side of my face. Good times.