In reel time

Over the past couple days, I've been watching movies. This probably helps to account why I haven't been reading as I'd like, but I haven't been watching movies like I used to either.

First movie that I watched was Rules of Attraction. Hmmm. Gratuitous masturbatory scenes and gay men jumping on beds. Then I looked it up on IMDB and realized it was written by Bret Easton Ellis, and all made sense. In college, there was this guy we hung out with (who I won't even refer to by his initials in case he somehow finds his way here) whose favorite writer was BEE to the point of being obsessed. And he was ... the Big Deal. "For his ability to insert melodrama into every aspect of normal life" (to quote a friend). And there was also his ambiguous sexuality, and his usage of his self-printed novel to get laid, and ... oh there's more, but you really don't want to hear about it. The point is, anything Ellis wrote just brings me back to college. Nostalgia at its most twisted.

Then I watched Post Grad, which I thought was cute and airy - exactly what I needed while I cared for two kids, did laundry and waited for my husband to come home from an interview. And Matt Saracen is in it, and that kid is so cute I just want to pinch his cute little cheeks.

Next movie ... Shutter Island. I pegged the ending of this movie from the previews, but it still managed to surprise me with the details. I'm terrible at spooky movies and horror movies, so there were a few times I averted my eyes Just In Case, but I enjoyed it ... even though it was impossibly long and we were watching it on the computer in the library which meant that I was sitting on the futon ... with no pillows and not too comfortably. Note to self: buy pillows for the futon. And an ottoman (not a Turk).

And finally, last night I started watching The Time Traveler's Wife. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to hate this movie, but I really like Rachel McAdams and I just couldn't hate it. I didn't finish watching it, but it's now on my DVR to finish when C isn't around ... I can't see him sitting through it. Admittedly, I think I was supposed to hate the book too, but I read it on an airplane and distinctly remember getting choked up when I saw the ending coming ...

We still have The Hurt Locker from Netflix, and we've had it now for .... well, since at least a week or more before Turtle was born. I can tell you, I won't be watching it. Blood, gore, and war ... yeah, not my forte. I love a good action flick, but war movies are not for me, even if they di win best picture.