Borrowed Breath

It’s amazing how movies reveal certain things about our character. I love a good, dark, real drama. Michelle isn’t so found of them. We recently watched “There Will Be Blood.” I thoroughly enjoyed it. Michelle made some sort of “Ylech!” sound at the end. She asked me how I could enjoy these “seedy” movies so much. I replied that they are real. And I love real.

Now there is a time and a place for a good chick flick or fantasy film like “Enchanted.” At the risk of you questioning my manhood, I must admit that I did enjoy “Enchanted.” But given a choice between that and The Godfather trilogy, I’ll pick the Corleone family any day.

I remember one time back when Michelle and I were first dating. We were out at her mom’s relaxing, watching tv. We had plans to meet up with a few of her friends later. During a commercial break, a preview for the original Die Hard came on, letting us know that they would be showing it on TNT that night. In jest (whilst maintaining my poker face) I said to Michelle, “Maybe we should just stay here and watch Die Hard,” half expecting her to throw something at me. But she actually paused, considered it, and then replied, “No, we should go out with our friends tonight.” I almost dropped to one knee and proposed right there!

I love a good comedy. I could plug in “Dumb & Dumber” anytime, any day and be genuinely amused, even though I’ve seen it more times than I can count. Maybe I can relate to the characters. Or maybe I have a few friends who remind me of Harry and Lloyd…

We just watched “Charlie Wilson’s War” last night. Good stuff. Tom Hanks is pretty much THE MAN. And Julie Roberts pulls off a great role, even with an unconvincing southern accent. But I think my favorite character is Philip Seymour Hoffman’s. Why? Again, because he is so real. Did I mention I love real?

Anyway, it is amazing how one person may hate a movie and another love it, and vice versa.
I guess that’s why Blockbuster and Netflix are flourishing.

Have a great weekend.
Shalom