Maybe it is because I almost never sit down to watch a movie. I do watch TV series on Netflix but rarely movies. The last movie I went to in the theater was the third movie in The Lord of the Rings trilogy. And before that? I think it was the second in the trilogy. Anyway, today I was hot and had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off and I decided to watch Gone Girl on Netflix. The woman’s voice stated scratching at my nerves in the first 10 minutes. I was curious but not immersed so I paused it and got up several times to clean the bathroom, hang laundry on the line, make dinner* etc. I came back after dinner and sat down to watch the rest. I could not do it. What a horrible movie. Making a sociopath (or was she a psychopath?) look glamorous. You love to hate her. I know a sociopath. She is anything but glamorous. She makes our lives miserable and she is scary. Sociopath in my own life not withstanding, I found the movie way too fucking long. Just let it end already.
So I forwarded it to the end and watched the last 10 minutes. And the ending was just stupid. Apologies to all those that loved it.
I got my hair cut today and I was about 8 pounds lighter when I left. And my daughter opened her first bank account. (You know a kvetch is coming, don’t you?) Ok, bank people, she is 17 and opening a bank account. She is not applying for a mortgage or donating a fucking kidney. Why does it take so long to open a damn bank account? First you have to make an appointment to even see the delicate geniuses.** Then you sit through 45 minutes of some guy across a desk putting information into a computer. After her name, address, phone number, e mail and employer what else do you need to know? *sigh*
*That is a lie. I ordered dinner. That too takes work. Not really.
And if I die tonight the above words will be the last thing that I wrote. I really need to get out more.