Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Y2 Day 28: 19 Years of Wedded Bliss
Husband brought me coffee in bed this morning, like the perfect peach he is, and we enjoyed cheerful a.m. conversation while I sipped. Then he went off to teach college, and I took Li'l Martini to the doctor; my baby has been having recurring stomach pains ever since a barfy birthday party at Canobie Lake Amusement Park in late August, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. (We were all amused to see that he's just two inches shorter than his pediatrician; my little sweetie is now 5'3.5" and weighs 119.5 pounds. He is as high as an elephant's eye! I just have my fingers crossed that all the pricey new jeans I bought him won't turn into floods overnight.)
We'd decided to see a matinee of The Master, which has been getting amazing reviews, and Lexington had a show at 3:45 — perfect! We'd be home in time to bring the kids some dinner and get Mimosa to karate at 7 — or so we thought.
First thing I need to tell you about The Master: It's LONG. We weren't out till 6:21. The kids called us twice, moaning that they were starrrrrving . . . (Mimosa's sandwich is waiting for her.)
Second thing: The Master is AWFUL.
OK, that may be harsh. It's a well-made and well-acted film, about nothing in particular, populated by thoroughly despicable, unpleasant, or, at the very least, deeply deluded souls, and it goes on and on and on. I walked away with a million questions that I never particularly want answered, thank you.
So, yeah. I have to say that I don't recommend it. At all. And as for Phillip Seymour Hoffman — critics are raving about his performance, but I felt like I'd seen it all before. (I think I've seen most of his movies.) He's nowhere near as good in this as he was in Capote.
But our Indian food was sublime, and I'm about to indulge in hours of wonderful Wednesday night TV, and I adore my adorable husband, and it's been a perfectly grand anniversary. And I would rather see a crappy movie with Husband than an Oscar winner with anyone else, and that? Is a nice thing to be able to say after 19 years.
—Lady C, wife