I Love Movies More Than You

I love movies more than you.  No, I don’t mean that I love movies more than I love you.  I also don’t mean I love you…  I mean, like, in a everything-is-one-with-the-universe way I do, but I think of us as much less awkward friends.  Or awkward friends.  It just depends.  Am I rambling?  The point is that I love movies more than you love movies.

Sure that’s a strong statement to make.  I mean, what if you love movies so much that you married them, PeeWee Herman style?  If that’s the case, I’m sorry to tell you it’s a loveless marriage compared to how I feel about movies.  You can stay together for the kids, but we all know it’s a ruse.

In my single life I went to a lot of movies alone.  I don’t like to talk during the movie, except once in a while to share a comment on something.  I really enjoyed going without the slightest clue what the movie was about.  This has gone well and terribly for me in the past.

I thought The Truman Show was some sort of comedy about Harry S. Truman, and when the stage light fell and the radio called it aircraft debris I called bullshit.  It was an incredible movie because of this, because I learned along with Truman.  When I went to see Wag the Dog I was so let down that I left really early on.  You see, I thought it was a cute movie about a talking dog and I needed an emotional boost.  Instead it was political satire.  Gag.

Sometimes I know what a movie is about and it really reaches me, like when I went to see AI (Artificial Intelligence) and left feeling like the world was artificial and that young android was more full of love than most humans.  Then there was the time when I went to see Penelope and decided that everyone’s too superficial and that Penelope was totally hot.  Nevermind the fact that Christina Ricci is on my list.   Rrowr.  Don’t hate.

Anyway, I don’t get to see many movies nowadays because I have to spend a bunch of my money on this baby thing and on the bills and stuff.  Pretty lame, right?  I know.  God.  It’s fucking tragic.  I did get to see some lately and first of all, I want to say:

Avatar is the best movie ever made.

Argue with me.  I dare you.  You’ll waste your time because I won’t listen to reason.  I’m like that about movies.  I can’t give anything away because I want you to go see it too.  Go now.

I’ll write the rest of this post assuming you might read it when you get back or not at all.  Seriously, it was a really great movie.  I wanted to fight, I wanted to run, I wanted to cry feel hit something and then pound my chest.

I also watched Paranormal Activity a few days ago.  The Mrs and I watched it before bed, in much anticipation as all I’d heard was that nobody who’d seen it could sleep the following night. Holy effing shit.  The scariest thing that happened is that I wasted an hour and a half waiting for someone to kill the the douchebag boyfriend.  Shit.

What’s your favorite movie?