we
planned to watch a corny movie-- CREATURE
FROM THE HAUNTED SEA --because Brad at Hypno Video who knows all
said it had a Cuban subplot and that's where
Sarah is going next week, but Jed came over with
a six of Coca Cola to go with the last of the
rum and fresh cut limes for libres
not to mention an 8-pack of Guinness purchased
dirt cheap at post-St. Patty's day sale. things
were fine until we started the movie and all he
wanted to do was talk (with the movie on) and
all i wanted to do was watch (insufferably
honoring the sanctity of art) so i turned it off
and he called me a fascist while Sarah feigned
sleep. i lit a candle, said if we were
going to talk we should talk but not with the TV
on--i hate that thing and a movie monster's a
lot less scary than the deadening scan rate
of the illuminated box. he left in a huff,
i drained the last of the rum, the glass he
left behind unfinished in anger, and could
barely watch the movie it was so terrible and
immediately for reasons aside from the film's
quality i regretted my pigheadedness and
vowed never again to take "cinema" so
seriously. shhhh...
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