Don and I just watched Adaptation. This movie is crazy. I had a general idea of what it was about. I thought it was good up until the part where everybody gets to Miami and one car follows the other from the airport, because after that it gets a little ridiculous. But after watching the trailer again, I get what happened right there. It was interesting. I thought it was good, but I didn’t love it. It didn’t really make me think, except to go, “Huh. Okay. Interesting.”
But let’s talk about the movie-watching conditions. Maybe I was just irritable today. I didn’t think I was before, but I sure was after. He starts the movie, but he’s still putzing around in the kitchen, so he misses the beginning and wants to start over. But the soothing burble of the fish tank is a little too much, so instead of just turning the volume up a little, we stop to fill up a bucket so we can top off the 50-gallon tank.
And then we have to turn all the lights off (we were watching tv just fine with lights on, and this ain’t no big screen), but then we can’t see the buttons on the remote, so not only are we fumbling, we’re talking ourselves through it.
And then after a scene in which there is a curious male-female interaction, he stops the movie to ask about it. “What just happened there?” “She not-so-subtlely suggested that he should come in with her.” “See, that’s the problem with women….” Okay, dawg. I gave him an explanation, but I was totally making that shit up, and he totally believed me.
It’s about 80% of the way through the movie when Nic Cage says “my twin brother” that he says “Oooooohh, they’re twins!” Are we watching the same movie?
Add to that he keeps telling me all about his match.com matches. This isn’t during the movie specifically, this is just, oh, every chance he gets. I ain’t hatin’ on match.com, but just because we happen to both like girls doesn’t mean I want to see the parade of twiggy blondes you’re trying to get with. Yes, it’s well established that you like Cameron Diaz and Renee Zellweger (both twiggy blondes!) and I like Angelina Jolie, but can we talk about something else, please? This is not a novel concept, and no, I don’t want to play on imdb.com and find out how old all the twiggy blondes are. Besides, I already knew Angelina just turned 28. We obviously need to work on improving this dynamic. I can only talk so much sports to distract him.
And he changed his screen resolution back. Punk.
**Okay, I know he’s just being a boy and boys do this shit. He really is a great guy. In fact, I just wrote a little Friendster testimonial for him. Today was just too much.
