I saw another movie this week. This time, I went to the film by myself. I had no last minute friend to call up, or, for that matter, any unemployed friends. I figured that everybody else were at work. I went for a 3:50 PM show. Nobody was there. I thought the previews should have started, already. The lights only went dim after a couple of more people entered the theater. It was like the last bus of the night picking up the wounded. You know, "All aboard," except, nobody could make the bus. It's all the same to me. An empty theater or bus still has to get the show on the road.
I checked the movie schedule on the internet before hitting the road, myself. It was about that time, anyway, that I made my weekly jailbreak. I had a couple of bucks to my name just for having a birth date. Suddenly, I was a busy bee, again, with a movie to catch and plenty of time to get home obliterated. Spending time is so much better than wasting time. Sometimes, I am not sure which is which. Except, all is borrowed time. As usual, I made my way to the bar for that preliminary drink. This is my way of spending time, wisely. Nobody was there, either, except for the early birds. On a perfect afternoon like that, I don't blame them. Sometimes, you need to get away from it all, even if, it means staying put inside with a cold glass of beer as the sight of a picture perfect afternoon passes you by like slow moving cars. I just had time for one beer before saying my farewell and promising to return.
At least, half my night was planned out. A couple of hours here with a film and another couple of hours there with my friend, beer. Mmm, beer.... And then, who knows and who cares after that.
As hinted with the title above, the film I saw is called
Broken English starring Parker Posey. The film sort of reminded me of my life without the magic movie moments. And the other difference, of course, is that I'm a guy. I think most guys who see this film will think that the French guy is kinda corny. And, I have to agree. This corniness, though, is probably the closest thing in the film where people are aware that it is a film when they realize themselves being in that guy's shoe at one time or another. Intentional or not, the corny-factor was used really well since it kinda spoke about the deeper connection between Parker Posey's character and the French guy, which something "real" was, perhaps, happening -- a kind of documentary-love-story, if that's possible. It wouldn't be out-of-the-realm since the first time director, Zoe Cassavetes, is the daughter of cinema-verite legend, John Cassavetes.
In all, I was pleased with the film all the way to the end.
And, at the end of the night, I was one year older and not a day wiser. I still talk way too much when I should just drink and keep drinking.
