I’ve spent the last four days home with the mother of all colds. My throat burns, my head aches, and my sinuses are in full-out revolt.
I’m fortunate that I don’t get sick often (yea!) but when I do come down with something, it tends to knock me for a loop. I’d conveniently forgotten how awful being sick feels.
While I’m still home from the day job today, due to a complete and total lack of energy, at least the worst of the cold symptoms seem to have eased. Just one more day of naps and movies-on-demand should put me on the road to recovery.
I watched several movies over the last few days, trying to catch up on the flicks I’ve missed in the last few years. Besides sleep, what else is there to do when sick? However, I’ve yet to watch anything that actually qualifies as “good”.
What’s up with that? Was I right to skip the movie-going experience while I worked on myself and started a novel? I think the answer is “yes”.
Two of the movies I watched were of particular “badness”.
My Life in Ruins, starring the girl from My Big Fat Greek Wedding (what is her name??? Oh yeah, Nia Vardalos.) appeared to have some redeeming qualities in the initial scenes.
Here’s a girl who is unhappy in her existence as a tour guide in Greece. She feels like she’s missing out on whatever her life is supposed to be and she’s conflicted about the proper course to take. Her fellow tour guide sets out to get her fired and her tour group finds her tour style boring. They want to shop; she wants to educate them on Greece’s architecture and history. It’s not much of a conflict, but it’s a little something something.
The bare bones of a structure were set up and then it immediately fell apart.
The idea of the conflict was planted, like a tiny little seed inserted into moist dirt, but was never watered or fertilized or mulched. The movie wandered through Greece while the main character whined and b*tched and moaned and grew up only a little bit. The ending was clear about 30 minutes into this 1 hour and 40 minute waste of time and it didn’t feel logical, that ending. I kept hoping the movie would redeem itself but it never did.
To add further anguish to my agony, I also watched Sex and the City 2. I loved the TV series and enjoyed the first movie for the few laughs it brought.
The sequel? I should have poked my eye out with a stick.
There was no plot. No conflict. No structure. No story. Only caricatures of high fashion women so wrapped up in their narcissism and pre-menopausal symptoms that I was actually embarrassed to be female.
Carrie still rocks the fabulous shoes but even the shoes didn’t get a lot of air time. She spent her time pretending to be this highly evolved feminist wife, determined that her marriage would be different from everyone else’s marriage. It’s not.
Samantha should be shot. I’m not there yet, so I don’t see any fun in menopause and hot flashes. I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a total hoot and a half. But the over-the-top emoting to portray a woman in the middle of The Change left me ill (like I wasn’t already ill enough).
Charlotte moped and cried and berated herself for not being the perfect mother…oh wait, that’s normal for Charlotte. Suck it up…motherhood is HARD.
The only one I had any respect for was Miranda for standing her ground, accepting her limitations, and moving forward. No one said I had to pick a role model from this movie, but if I was forced to, I’d pick Miranda. She finally seemed like she had her sh*t together.
Fast Times at Ridgemont High arrived from Netflix. I don’t recall it having much plot or conflict either, but I do know it’s good for a laugh and a fond flashback to my high school days. The couch is calling my name. I think I’ll grab a gallon of water, some cold meds, my blankie and go sack out. Aloha, Mr. Hand!
How are you feeling? Did you escape the worst of the late winter/early spring illnesses? Watched any good (or bad) movies lately?