That is a good day. I have to say, I was in a foul mood just attempting to see a film on a holiday in an uptown area. The people that frequent yuppie areas are truly the douchiest of the douche. I am frightened by the state of America sometimes. Ed Hardy T-shirts, Oakley sunglasses, disturbingly orange skin in winter...what is the world coming to? These people also like to get rowdy during their overpriced, mimosa-heavy weekend brunches as well. But I digress.
Needless to say, it would take an amazing movie to lift me out of my stinky spirits. And it did! Thank you, Slumdog Millionaire. I went in with no expectations, and came out sniffling. Now I want to join the Peace Corps and work in India. It's horrifying that people live in trash heaps while I sleep in a warm bed every night and complain about the price of produce at Whole Foods. I need to reach out in my community, even if it's just locally.
Then I came home and watched Lars and the Real Girl. I was not expecting to like it. But it truly warmed the cockles of my heart. I love good-hearted Midwesterners. This was full of them. My only complaint? Ryan Gosling's mustache. It distracted me. It made him look like a sleazy hipster instead of the good Wisconsin boy he was. Simply written and sweetly directed. And I have such a crush on Paul Schneider. Eep. He's a North Carolina kindred spirit.
Hooray for two good movie days.
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