why tell such stories about your life?

Hanna and I went to see Skyfall this morning (which deserves a post of its own, on the good, the not-so-good, and Judi Dench’s wardrobe).

We hadn’t been to a film in the theater lately because they’re on a 3D kick in the genres we generally go in for and 3D gives us both migraines. So I’ve been desensitized to the info-tainment-mercials that they now run non-stop in movie theaters these days. I never thought I’d say this, but I really miss the good ole recycled slideshows of movie trivia interspersed with local business advertising that my hometown theater used to run. 

Info-tainment-mercials: they’re loud, obnoxious, and a dis-incentive to seek out and consume any of the products they advertise.

Including most of the movies previewed before Skyfall. Particularly a new movie by Judd Apatow, the title of which I’ve frankly forgotten. You know the drill: man-child resisting grown-up responsibilities (don’t we all have days like that?) somehow married to a nagging blond woman who worries about her breast sagging (it’s called gravity) and somehow father of two children with said woman.

I never thought I’d say this? But whenever I see a preview for an Apatow film, I find myself longing for the days when Nick Hornby and films like High Fidelity represented the slacker boy genre. 

I just have this barely-restrained urge to stand up on my seat in the theater and ask: “WHY DO YOU STAND FOR THIS STRAIGHT PEOPLE?” It’s just such a miserable (and I suspect) untrue story to be told about how hetero relationships work, and yet this is what, his sixth movie in basically the same vein?

THEY’RE SUCCESSFUL. HOW?