In which Wade tries his hand at yet another micro-entry. About love, actually.
Ok, so I rented Love Actually a few days ago, and just tonight got around to watching it. Oh my God! Such an amazingly wonderful movie. Rent it! Watch it! Rewind it and watch it again (I'm rewatching it while writing this entry)! It is so fucking awesome! I'm starting to realize that they really know how to write intelligent feel-good movies on the other side of the pond. I mean, you cannot go wrong with The Full Monty, and Four Weddings and a Funeral and oodles of others. And this one. So, let me reiterate - watch this movie!
In addition to my enthusiastic squeeness over this movie, let me take this opportunity to demonstrate yet again (as if I don't with every entry) my overall uncoolness, by relating a story associated with the watching of this movie. I mean, you didn't really think that I was going to end an entry after one paragaph, did you?
I rented this movie with a friend (Deb). It was actually a spur-of-the-moment pick - we'd rented two others, and got suckered into one of those "you can get one more for a dollar" Blockbuster dealies. We had already picked out Ten Tiny Love Stories, and some other movie I don't remember, and Deb suggested we get Love Actually (she had already seen it, but I hadn't, so she suggested that I could just take it home with me and watch it at my leisure). So, that is what we did. We watched Ten Tiny Love Stories that night (a really nice movie btw, awesome writing, very cool idea, very powerful monologs - you should totally rent it too!). I took Love Actually home with me, and watched it tonight.
Here is the funny part. I hadn't seen the movie. So, I start watching it. And immediately I start having this vague suspicion that maybe I actually had seen it. And yet I totally couldn't remember anything about the movie - just this vague niggling sense of familiarity. Then the familiarity would go away entirely and I'd once again be certain that I hadn't seen the movie. And then 5 minutes later it would be back.
It was kinda starting to freak me out, because I really would prefer if the Alzheimers symptoms held off for a few more centuries. Being forgetful is apparently a common phenomenon, but I'd like to believe it doesn't really happen all that often at the age of 36. There have been a few precedents for this kind of thing though. About 6 years ago, I was reading a sci-fi novel. On page 248, I realized I'd read the book before. Without having a single remembrance of this fact during the first 248 pages. This was damn freaky, 'cause I usually remember books very well (or so I believe). I rationalize this book reading catastrophe by noting that the first time I read the book was probably 21 years ago, with a few thousand sci-fish books in between, but still, it freaks me out every time I think about it.
Ok, back to my niggling familiarity feelings wrt Love Actually. I continue to alternate back and forth between a certainty that I haven't seen it, and a certainty that somehow I have seen this specific 30 seconds right here. But not the next 5 minutes. But yup, that 45 seconds there. And so on. All the while very much loving the movie itself, of course.
And then the explanation comes to me in a burst of sunshine - I totally realized what was going on! Admittedly, I cannot *guarantee* this with absolutely certainty, because I don't really remember, but it does fit all the evidence.
You see, what happened was this. Sue and I rented the movie (I hypothesize). Probably in the early months of our heady romance (I hypothesize). And then we proceeded to get really, really stoned (if it was during the first few months of our romance, that isn't just a hypothesis - hee hee). And then we presumably "watched" the movie.
Yup, it all fits. Sue was the one that corrupted me with respect to pot, at the tender age of 32 (I'd decided as a teen to wait till I was 25 to explore drugs, and didn't get around to it till 32 - I'm a slacker). So, especially in our first few months, when she was living in Toronto and I'd go in to visit her on weekends, we would spend most of our time sans clothing in her bedroom getting stoned, watching movies, playing board games and doing ... other things. At the very beginning of the relationship, I'd keep insisting that the pot wasn't working, and that I was immune. "Pot bounces right off me", I'd assert. And then one time I realized that I, quite literally and quite unintentionally, hadn't been inhaling. Just so you know, inhaling makes a big difference. It turns out I am not immune to pot. And it also turns out that a few joints is quite effective at making one almost entirely forget an entire movie. Let this be a lesson to you young'uns out there. Don't buy drugs! (this last statement is waaaaay funnier after you watch Love Actually!, so now you have yet another reason to watch it - you won't be able to appreciate my amazing humor until you do!).
So, here I am, feeling very relieved (and amused) to have found a "more acceptable" explanation for my disconcerting almost-remembrances of a movie I have but have not seen. Better pot than alzheimers, that's what I always say. Well, ok, I've never said that, but I think I'm going to start!
Back to the movie for just a little more squee. There is a very easy way to tell whether something is giving me that oh-so-wonderful feel-good vibe - my entire body breaks out in goosebumps. I love that feeling. When I'm watching a movie with someone who knows me well, and I find something emotionally powerful, I show them my goosebump covered arm and they know exactly what I'm saying. And this movie gave me those kind of goosebumps about 20 times. And did so exactly the same way the second time around. Have I mentioned that I love this movie?
Besides which, I almost always like movies with Hugh Grant. I could handle having his charisma. It would be rough, but I'd put up with it for the good of humanity. Oh, and Emma Thompson is one of my all time favoritest actresses evar! As well, after seeing Kinky Boots, I'm a big fan of Chiwetel Ejiofor. I would also oh-so-begrudingly agree to have a cappucino with Keira Knightley, if the future of humanity depended upon it. Or, for that matter, Lúcia Moniz. And although the euphimistic nature of the cappucino reference does not apply to Alan Rickman, I've very much enjoyed most of his movies too. Points to anyone for where "... with a spoon!" comes from!
I would quote some of my favorite lines/scenes from this movie (I could even do it without wreaking the movie for people who haven't seen it). The problem is, I would quite literally end up reiterating 60 minutes of dialog. So, the best way to see my "best moments" summary of this movie is to see the movie.