A snippet of a conversation I had with my mother on Friday when she called my work:
Mom: I haven’t seen you in a while. We should get togther.
Girl: Sure, okay. But I’m really busy this month so it’ll have to be in February.
Mom: Whenever we go will be fine. I just need some girl time. We can go shopping, grab some drinks and then we can go see that Revolutionary Road movie. Your father won’t go see that with me because he doesn’t like the way it looks from the trailer, so I need a movie buddy.
Girl: Well Mom, I’m kind of on board with dad there. The 30 second tv preview for that thing makes me want to start popping Prozac everytime I see it, it looks so freakin’ depressing. Seriously, I would rather see Bride Wars* than that painful looking thing.
Mom: Oh good! I wanted to see that too!
Between manically depressive suburbanites or shrill shrieking brides, I am not sure I picked the lesser of two evils. Maybe I can hold her off until that Shopaholic movie comes out . . . at least then, if it’s bad, I’ll still have pretty clothes to look at . . . What do you think?
*Question to Rotten Tomatoes: Since when does “You could do worse in Hollywood’s dumping ground” count as a positive review? That’s like saying “There are worse things than being punched in the face” – I mean, I’m sure there are, but would you needlessly subject yourself to being punched in the face when you didn’t have to? Especially when the punch in the face would cost you $13? I beg of you, movie reviewers everywhere, please stop making excuses for mediocrity; it will just make things worse in the long run.