Thursday, January 17, 2013
Mom movie disaster
Last night I tried watching "Bridget Jones' Diary" with my mom.
Note to self: Do not try that again!
Isn't that what Bridget Jones always wrote to herself, "Note to self"? I never read the book but I looked into it in the library once, just read a couple of pages. It looked hysterical. But it did not strike me as the kind of thing I wanted to read page after page after page and so I did not borrow it.
Did I see the movie? I could not remember. Not that I thought about it much last night. I had not slept much the night before and I think my judgment was deserting me. Last night all I thought was, it had Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, two actors my mom loves.
If Hugh Grant and Colin Firth are in a movie how bad can it be, you know?
Answer: Pretty bad!
There were "F" words in every sentence! There were unbelievable bawdy jokes. There was tons of sex. That whole movie, it was like this big mud puddle. I mean, maybe with your friends it would be funny but with your mom, au contraire.
Into my mind flashed this quote from "Downton Abbey" that was floating around Facebook. My friend Bing from church posted it.
But this, ahem, vulgarity. How do you get away from it?
A few months ago or whenever, I looked up "Fifty Shades of Grey" to see what it was about. I honestly had no idea, I just kept hearing mention of this book and I was wondering. And when I found out, I just thought, oh, of course. Couldn't I have figured that out? You can pretty much assume, you know?
Either things are about sex or they are about vampires! Or both. And that makes finding movies for your mom all the more difficult. This is funny, I remember discussing this situation with Leonard Pennario, this situation about my mom and movies. It is a problem I have had forever!
Anyway, back to last night. It ended badly, is all I will say.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I am putting a new rule in place when it comes to movies with my mom.
No movies after 1960!