The movie: This Is 40
The Drink: Agavales 100% agave tequila.
In a flask I got for free from a giant gift pack of vodka
This is a great movie to see if
you are single. It was not really that great, but it was highly
informative. It was like a well done documentary on the earth's most
boring animals. Now, I am not sure if all you married people with
children are really constantly on edge, balanced precariously on
tipping point between fights about really lame stuff, but it makes
for good T.V.
The main characters were sad. Paul
Rudd's usual charming dorkiness was replaced by middle class stress
and emasculation. His wife is so incredibly annoying and obviously
blazed on prescription meds, which is the only reason I can come up
with to explain her slurred speech and slow, painfully confused way
in which she goes about life.
After seeing this film, I totally
understand the preoccupation that society has with post-apocalyptic
scenarios. With scene after scene of people applying earth
shattering importance to their mundane diets and arguing about having
to sell their house while talking about who should cater their 40th
birthday party, I admit I was hoping for a meteor to land on the
mansion, um, er, “house” or maybe the earth to open up to swallow
the BMW and Lexus in the drive way so that maybe they could think
about being 40 is better than being a pile of smoking hamburger under
a meteor. When one of the daughters is having a freak out about
having to play outside and not use the Wi-Fi anymore, it would've
been pretty sweet if a zombie had shuffled out of the bushes to chew
on her neck or maybe on the mom's annoying face. Seriously, her face
looks like she is constantly sucking on a mildly electrified lemon. There is something about a scene where a man is
at the end of his rope and rides off in a blaze of anger, but
remembers to put on his expensive helmet that makes me feel like a
bad ass for doing pretty much nothing.
I actually liked this movie, sort of. It was like watching a documentary about Hurricane Katrina or the Japanese earthquake. Horrible to behold, but you walk away glad it wasn't you.
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