Monday, February 04, 2008

The Crying Game

Yesterday afternoon we officially kicked off the 2008 movie-going season by taking in a screening of The Savages.

Only 11 more to go to keep my promise the bf. Yes, I annually pledge to make the trek out to the cinema around once per month to take in a film with him.

It sounds bad, doesn't it? .....and it probably is, but between our schedules and the movies that are actually out there that I would want to see, let alone pay to see, sometimes makes it hard to find an even dozen.

Anyway, once again, we were possibly the youngest people in the theatre. No small feat anymore. And I have to say, I couldn't help but wonder what the folks in the place thought when the movie dealt with and end of life scenario, an elderly parent and their children who have to make tough decisions.

I know I thought of not only my parents and what I might one day have to do - hell, I thought about where I might end up at some point. But to be honest, I've had those thoughts for years - about myself, not my parents.

All of the reviews will have the words, 'touching', 'vital', 'funny'! Umm....not so much that last word. It has a light-hearted moment, maybe two, but nothing I would put in a review as 'funny'.

I'm not a huge Philip Seymour Hoffman fan - but I thought he did a great job. He probably deserved the nomination for this movie than the one he got - and he did a better job than Laura Linney (who did get the nod for this role). Don't get me wrong - I think Linney does a fine job, but I swear I've seen it before - part Mary Ann Singleton and part her role in You Can Count on Me.

As for the title of this post - when in line to buy tickets, I told Denton to say 'two for The Crying Game, please'. His response was "I'm not Tom G. - that's his shtick." And it is.

You see, for years, whenever I (or anyone) went to the movies with Mr. G, he would say that very line. Most people would be confounded. But once at the Drexel, the girl goes, "you can't say that to me anymore!!!!!!!" She then proceeds to tell us that night was her last. But at least she got the joke and saw him coming.

Mr. G told me a month or so ago he might have to retire the bit. He is finally getting people who work at theatres who have never even heard of the movie. The gag has potentially lost its impact. As if.

Song by: Dave Berry (or Boy George)

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