I live in a suburb of Paris. It is on the train lines directly to Paris. A conglomeration of seven cities joined together for administrative reasons, such as: police, garbage, transport and cultural events. We have an old part of town with the church and the bakery. Most of our small city is brand new and modern. We live on the periphery of a small public university. As most of the universities were moved out of Paris due to the student riots of 1968. There is a medium sized man-made lake near us, where ducks and geese fly to stop.
My favorite thing about this town is hearing or seeing the migrating water birds. I think they are coming from North American and going to Africa to winter. Sometimes, I have seen a stork on my neighbors house. We have a multi-plex movie theater near us and several restaurants. We just got a sushi place that delivers, which made me feel we had crept toward civilization. To celebrate New Years we decided to go to the movies. My desire was to see True Grit, which is not playing here yet.
I was interested in seeing a movie in English with French subtitles, not dubbed. We had three choices, The Narnia film which you had to wear those 3-D glasses. I am not a big 3-D fan. This other movie, sold as a romantic comedy, but after hearing the plot, I was in horror of seeing it. Something about the parents die, and these two quirky people are assigned to be the new parents. It just brought up all my worst fears of something happening to me and my husband, and my little son Fred being without parents. I think the English name was called, Life As We Know It. There were a variety of dubbed films, Harry Potter, etc., and several interesting small budget french films, I just wanted to lay back and be entertained, and not have to pay attention. Although I understand french, it is always an effort for me, and it tires me out. TV shows are easy because they are shorter. I watch Monk in French every Sunday religiously.
I used to have this cinema professor, when I took old hollywood films, who used to say that seeing a film is the closest we will get to laying in our crib as infants. I hold to that belief. This was a big treat for me and my husband, as we rarely go out to the movies anymore. We just watch DVDs or my husband goes to movies with his teenage daughter. I encourage it as my husband, is a hard working guy, and it is something they can do together. We had not been to a movie in a year. In fact I can count how many films we have seen since we have been married. So, we decided on that movie, Love and Other Drugs, as our New Years day celebration.
We choose the 5PM film and the theater was a little crowded. We got small popcorns and sodas. What I liked about it was the believability of the relationship between the main characters. I also enjoyed that it was set in 1996, when the world seemed so financially solvent, for lack of better words. I liked that during a big fancy expo type conference, the main woman character, who suffered from Parkinsons, found a small group of fellow sufferers nearby. I always feel like I am finding the ragtag bunch, on the fringe myself. The characters were handsome and had cool lives. I liked the orgy, and the drug rep profession. As all characters in movies gotta have some kind of profession and it often drives the plot. Although, I liked the orgy, also was sad that it was there.
What I didn't like very much was that they met in the doctors office. That the men seem to find epiphanies of realization, through meaningless sex. They realize that sex with emotion is better. Although, if they hadn't figured that out before the orgy, my guess is that these are not the most insightful fellas. Strangely what holds the entire movie together is the believability of the characters relationship. The ease of their sex scenes are unparallel really. I never found them ugly or awkward. I was taken away. So, I was able to suspend belief and enjoy myself. I would give it a 78 to 82 percent. I guess in a nutshell it was a movie about vunerabilities and dreams. The last part dissolved into cliches, she made him honest, he calmed her down. The ending was too predictable.
The movie that came to mind was the movie Love Story. Although nobody is a pretty or slim as Ali McGraw or did cool like that. I have to say that there is so much suffering out there that any kind of smaltzy stuff where someone has a terrible illness and still has love is ok. I left yearning for a more beautiful movie and not just beautiful people. The first scene was high energy and did not sweep me in. Actually the second scene was more interesting. I am a first scene payattentioner. Very Billy Wilderesque, that a screen writers job, is to grab the audience by the throat and keep them there. My favorite opening movie scene to this day is from Terms of Endearment. Most people probally remember the movie but not the first scene. It is why the movie was so important though.
After the movie we went to dinner at a Chineese restaurant and argued and then admired the wonderful salt water aquarium they had there. We have become somewhat of aquarium afficianados since our son loves looking at them so much. This one had a beautiful gold flecked open clam. We were home by 930PM and we paid the teen for five hours. Fred was still awake and way past his bedtime. We rarely ask the teen to babysit. Although she likes the money. I love going to the movies.