Family Movie Night: My wife often designates Friday or Saturday as “Family Movie Night.” She wants all five of us to watch, say, Frozen or Tangled or whatever, because this is a “family” activity. It’s too much. Five minutes of kid movie engagement and my cerebellum begins to rub and grind against the lower realms of my inner skull as the badness of movie inevitably chases me to another corner of the house.
Parent Trap vs. The Corpse Exhibition: Weekend comes again, Terry cues up Parent Trap and says, “Just once, for us, sit for an entire movie.” I compromise, take The Corpse Exhibition, by Iraqi Hassan Blasim, and as the movie starts I begin the first story: terrorists display corpses in artistically and macabre ways to provoke infidels. Good stuff, but before I can begin the next story I get involved in the story of these two girls, one from England, the other from California, they end up at the same camp, one girl has an only mom, the other… an only dad! Gee. So I spend the rest of the movie shouting out plot “twists” right to the end. My first complete “Family Movie Night.”
Bossy Girls: In our house politically correct fluff is not banned but ridiculed. The girls revisited “Ban Bossy” when Ava to Gia discussed one of their school mates, Gia said, “I told you Girl X was bossy.” And Ava gave the perfect response, “You’re right, she is bossy!” Go girls! You’re learning.
Baseball Hating Wife: Terry either finds baseball triple B (BBB = boring beyond belief), she flat out hates it, and always expresses the same annoyances every baseball season, stuff like, “You’re watching again? Wasn’t there just a game on yesterday?” Every year her company’s San Francisco office takes them to a Giants baseball game, so guess what happens the one game a year she watches? Tim Lincecum throw a no-hitter. Grr.
5 responses to “Family Movie Night: Parent Trap vs. The Corpse Exhibition”
I suggest “Parent Trap” yes, “Corpse Exhibition” never, and “Frozen”, twice.
Don’t tell me, Terri watches the no-hitter, a fan’s dream, and this only further convinces her that baseball is boring beyond belief. Some conversions are not going to happen. But, dear Caleb, you should watch the silly movies with your daughters. I am with Terri on this one. (maybe this is another conversion that is not going to happen?)
Hey Caleb, We’ve enjoyed catching up on your blog and just wanted to say hello. Sending blessings to you & your family. – Emily Lupita & Juana Maria (from Faulkner poetry – way back in 2008)
@John – Remind me not to watch a movie w/you…ha ha
@Scott – Point taken. I have, and will continue too watch these movies
@Emily – Great to hear from you, I have great memories of Faulkner and your mother. Hope you both are doing well.
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