Thursday, April 8, 2010

Love Actually, partially...

Adam and I went to the DVD Bang twice recently. (Ahh, the luxurious feeling of indulgence!)

We watched "Public Enemies" which was a factual, interesting movie about the bank robber John Dillinger, with disappointing, one-dimensional characters . Meh.

A week or so before that, we watched "Leon le professionel", which is a fictional movie about a hitman who takes in a 10-12 year old Natalie Portman, and has made me cry all 3 times I've seen it.

After the two movies above, though, I firmly informed Adam that the next movie we watched would have a HAPPY ending. No dead people, no unnecessary use of lethal weapons, no tears. Only butterflies and sunshine. Well, the DVD bang didn't have any My Little Ponies flicks, so we settled for "Love Actually" since Adam hadn't seen it.



Before we started, I told him about the hilarious (if embarrassing) storyline in the movie about two movie body doubles who end up working together on a film and falling in love.

After the movie was over, I was basking in the warm, gooey happy ending (ignoring the storylines that didn't end with kisses and hugs all around), when I shot upright - what happened to the body doubles? I could have sworn they were in this movie, but there was not a single image of either of them. Nada, zilch, zero.

I was understandably confused. Was I thinking of a different British film with multiple storylines about people falling in love? If so, why couldn't I remember anything else about it?

One short google search later (which came up with some very blush-inducing results - YOU try typing in "body double movie falling in love" or any variation, and not worrying that someone's going to see your computer screen and get the wrong idea), turns out I was right. Love Actually is the movie, and yet the Love Actually we saw had edited that story right out of the film. Mom always said she wished those parts weren't in the movie anyways, and apparently some enterprising Koreans felt the same way. :)

Mystery solved.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Hilarity

Recently, we've been laughing a lot. Not just, "oh ha ha, how amusing!" but really gut-busting, painful laugh sessions that leave you curled up on the floor gasping for breath.

Examples:
  • Watching "Clash of the Titans" in the theater, then spending a good 20 minutes back home, laughing ourselves to tears over the plot-holes we hadn't noticed while engaged in the movie. It was almost as great a comedy of errors as The Lake House - which holds the record, I think, for a non-comedy flick that made me double up with laughter.
  • This website: http://www.safenow.org/ (disclaimer: not all jokes are kid-friendly)
  • The priceless moment a couple nights ago when Adam seriously SANG a comment to me (laughter bubbles up, just remembering it) without even really realizing what he was doing. I'm pretty sure I strained something during that laugh-fest.
I would be 100% pleased with this cheery turn of events if I didn't have the sneaking suspicion that all this giddiness could be chalked up to our lack of energy and overall exhaustion.

Last night was a definite case of the above - I told Adam I thought he took his shoes off really fast, "like a frisky cat!" This is a classic case of brain-dead humor. After pronouncing this incomprehensible comment (I have no idea where it came from, I swear), I burst out laughing and could barely stop for 5 minutes.

It's fun; it's healthy; but does it mean that I'm losing it?