The Movies

It's not often I'll go to the movies, especially with my own mother. With friends (which is never at the moment) is good. I can dig that. But it's tough to get me to want to go unless it's something incredible. It's expensive, and there are so many different mediums and ways I can watch at home and spend no money, zero, zilch. Another reason is in my head, my brain says, "there are so many different ways you could be spending this 3-4 hours (going, waiting, watching, coming back). I'm hard pressed to get myself to go if I have even the slightest thought I'll be wasting all that time. If I see a shit movie i'll have wasted all that time I could be, oh i don't know, more nothing here, inside. 

       Anyway, we went. We saw it. I won't get into the whole damn story, but I smiled walking out, because once the film was over, I knew EXACTLY how my mom would react. She hated it. I loved it. I smiled because I finally realized that this is a good sign. If she hates something I enjoy, then that means it's decent in my eyes. I finally realized that our taste in all things art couldn't be more polarized. There was a deeper message going on in this film filled with some really insane murdering and quirky story line. But if you really get past it, it's saying a lot. She didn't see that, and when explained to her, she really harped and asked why. That's dumb why does there need to be a message? Why can't I simply zone out and watch some mindless thing. I don't want to go to the movies to think. (is the mentality here) Well, where does one go? It sure was entertaining. It was crazy yes, but also different. The story wasn't cliche. It wasn't how every other god damn movie story goes in this fashion. And the social commentary was laid into it ingeniously. 

        I smiled because I realized my taste and her's are completely different and I no longer need to convince her of anything. I once got frustrated she didn't get it or didn't appreciate a fantastic movie because it was "too slow." She wants mindless shit with explosions and sex. That's nice and all, but the story is shit and the acting is shit and it's cliche and a yawn-fest and mostly visual masturbation. But that's the snob coming out of me. Even critically acclaimed films sometimes get a "wtf was that?" from her and others. But I realize, "you know what? That's okay. You have your taste, and I won't be able to change it and so be it." I think she realized this when she asked how I thought I could've possibly enjoyed it. I explained, but it wasn't in defense. Also, I go by the old adage. I'm paraphrasing, but...

 "If you write a song, and your mom likes it, shit can it immediately."