I saw the movie Flight on Sunday night, and I don't believe I have slept the same way since. I mean, I knew from the title—and I don't think I'm giving anything away here—that there was going to be a fairly tense plane crashy bit, but I wasn't really banking on it being that tense, so tense that I actually had to manually unclench my fists afterwards and massage my palms to remove the indentations left there by my fingernails. Once the plane crashy bit was over, I thought okay phew, I can breathe again for the rest of this movie and not actually asphyxiate myself from pure fear, but what do you know, there was another tense moment about three quarters of the way through, and even though it wasn't plane crashy at all, it was almost more tense, although for entirely different reasons—if you've seen the movie, I hope you know the bit I'm talking about (OMG RIGHT?)—and once the movie was over, I'm pretty sure I had shortened my own life by several days just by watching it. So much for my relaxing Sunday night!
It was very good all the same, if not waaaaay more depressing than I was expecting it to be, and I highly recommend it if you have a few hours in which to embroil yourself in a gripping drama—I know, I know; sometimes The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills just doesn't cut it—but hoooooooo boy, make sure you know what you're getting yourself in for with this one, because I woke up about four hundred times that night bathed in a cool mist of sweat and terror. Also, if there is someone in your life who has a fear of flying, I'm going to go ahead and recommend that you just pretend this movie doesn't even exist. Just straight-up lie and say you don't know what they're talking about if they ask you whether you've seen it. I think it might be better for everyone that way.
Speaking of movies that were way more depressing than I expected them to be, has anyone seen This Is 40? My god, I just found it so......demoralizing. I mean, do you have to argue the whole time? Like, all the way through the whole movie? Perhaps it's because I don't like Leslie Mann in the first place—so shrill! Stop giving wives the world over a bad name, Leslie Mann!—but I walked out of this movie feeling like I'd been in an exhausting two-hour nitpicky fight with someone, the really irritating kind where you just keep snipping at each other and making horrible little passive-aggressive digs even when you've promised to stop.
Look, I get that it was supposd to be a Real Movie about Real Life and Real Marriages and all that—and trust me, Sean and I certainly have our own share of snippy little fights—but still. All they did was argue! All the way through! The plot of the movie was just that they argue! And then they make up, and then they argue again, and then they make up, and then they argue again, and then their kids get really upset about all the arguing, and then they make up, and then they argue again, and honestly, at some point, I was just really hoping that they might just get a divorce already and put everyone—the film-goers, their fictional children, the various on-screen family members who have to listen to all this arguing and making up—out of their misery. I know a lot of people who liked this film, so I apologize if we're not on the same page here, but wow. Yes, marriage is certainly not always a bed of roses layered with cupcakes and sprayed liberally with the scent of fresh laundry, baby neck, and Chanel Number 5, but it feels like maybe you should kind of like each other too, you know?
Sorry, this post wasn't meant to be all about the various movies that have clearly affected me deeply in the past few weeks, but it seems to have turned into exactly that, so I apologize. Have you seen anything good lately? There must be something out right now with no plane crashes or petty squabbling.