I like movies. I don’t watch them very often, but I do enjoy the escape they offer. I tend to enjoy chick flicks a little more, but I also like the superhero movies and…well…most anything that doesn’t involve a whole lot of blood and guts and freak outs (from me) and stuff.
Since Dave and I rarely go out to movies, we watch a lot of our movies On Demand. Typically we sit down and scroll through the movies several times before we pick one (I usually win because he, to his own admission, usually falls asleep anyway). It helps that we can watch the previews so we can weigh in our opinion. It usually goes something like this:
(After watching a “oh, yeah! I forgot about that one!” preview)
Him: I watched that on a plane. It was really, really bad.
(After watching a blood and guts or werewolf movie preview)
Me: Uh, no.
(After watching a chick flick preview)
Him: I can already tell you what happens.
(After watching a suspense preview)
Me: If you’re falling asleep, I’m not watching this alone.
(After watching a quirky, not quite mainstream preview)
Him: What is that movie even about?
Recently, my quirky, not quite mainstream movie won out and we (I) watched Seeking a Friend for the End of the World.
I really kind of mostly enjoyed it. Some parts were not really believable, but I really try to practice suspension of disbelief when I watch a movie. I love Steve Carell and I tolerate Keira Knightley so it was a good match.
If you’ve never seen it, the basic premise is the world is coming to an end in 3 weeks because there’s a meteor hurdling toward Earth…how do you spend your last days?
You know what? I have absolutely no idea what I’d do.
I know what I’d WANT to do, but the thing is…most of it would involve other people. And those other people would probably have their own idea of what they wanted to do if they knew the world was going to end.
Plus, there’d be no way for me to do all of the things I wanted to do in only 3 weeks. I mean 3 weeks!! That’s like nothing at all.
Then, on top of that, thinking about what I would do if I only had 3 weeks left makes me incredibly sad. I don’t want to think about that kind of stuff! I’d like to think that if I found out I only had 3 weeks left that I would fill my life with adventure and love and madness, but honestly, there’s a very distinct possibility that I would crawl up in the fetal position in the corner and cry with only breaks to walk to the kitchen to eat as many Cool Ranch Doritos as I possibly could.
That is, if I was able to find Cool Ranch Doritos at the store. Me thinks that with only 3 weeks left, they would be some of the first items to go.
See? There are too many variables! I couldn’t possibly decide what to do with only 3 weeks left because everyone else has their own idea of how it should be and go and stuff!
- It’s hard to find a movie that both Dave and I want to watch.
- I usually watch what I want because Dave falls asleep
- Seeking a Friend for the End of the World was pretty o.k.
- There are so many things I’d want to do with only 3 weeks left, I’d probably not be able to do all of them.
- I will always love Cool Ranch Doritos.