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The ultimate solution to bad movies The movie was terrible. I won't even tell you what it was. Girl meets boy, boy meets a cuter girl he brushes off because Girl 1 is just so special, e-mail/cell phone/jerky friend is involved in miscommunication, Girl 1 loses boy to cuter girl, there's a crying over ice cream with girlfriends/sulking over beer with buddies montage, it all works out in the end and cuter girl has humiliating water/wedding cake/burning soufflé hilariously dumped over her head. The sad thing is, I'd seen this movie before. Oh, not this version of it, just one of the many identical movies from decades past. I'd love to be a Hollywood scriptwriter. They all share one template and just insert different locations and character names. "Haven't we seen this movie before?" I asked my wife who motioned me to be quiet. I have the tendency in movies to point out things like bad dialogue, unrealistic plot twists, and the fact that I'm out of popcorn when my wife just wants to watch the movie. "Shhhh," she said through her upturned index finger. The Boy wasn't faring much better, although, at 11 years old, this may have been his first time through the chick flick o' death. The Boy and I slumped on the couch drank our sodas. The people on the screen were just too good looking and groomed to be anyone in real life. Yeah, like the down-and-out bad boy would really wear that much hair gel. The Boy started making machine gun noises. Then he said something, something so brilliant in its simplicity I'm not surprised I hadn't thought of it before. "Dad," he said, playing with his popcorn. "Don't you think every movie ever made would be a lot better with The Terminator in it?" Good Gravy, he was right.
Yeah, those are real guy movies. I smiled and stood, relishing the fact that I would miss the "guy running in the rain" scene. "I'm going to the kitchen for popcorn," I said, then lowered my voice. "But I'll be back." |