Mom the movie critic.

I went somewhere yesterday I haven't been in a while, Movie Gallery. I had a free afternoon, Aidan had gone home with Namaw and Pops after church, Derek was occupied and I really had nothing to do. The house was clean, the laundry was done, the dishwasher was empty and I was bored. I should have just bought a good book but I decided to rent a movie. Now, my movie preferences do not have real strict guidelines. I don't do scary and gory but other than that I will watch just about any bad plot and storyline that a production company will pay to produce. I even sat through Napoleon Dynamite, not because I liked it but because I kept thinking that it had to get good at some point. Nope, never did. I've watched all kinds of high school chick movies: 10 Things I Hate About You, A Cinderella Story, First Daughter/Chasing Liberty(basically the same movie),What a Girl Wants, Mean Girls, I could name hundreds. You know the type of movie, within the first 10 minutes you know the plot and how the movie will end. I've seen probably all of Sandra Bullock's movies, except Speed 2. I have to draw a line somewhere. Then of course I still watch the 80's classics: Say Anything, Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles. Now, Derek and I don't really like the same type of movies(many of you are not shocked by that statement). We do agree on some: The Good,The Bad and The Ugly, Caddyshack(only the first one), Star Wars (and all the ones after), Indiana Jones(and all the ones after), The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and even the Lethal Weapon movies. But that's about it. I'll never understand his fascination with Monty Python & the Holy Grail, Blazing Saddles, The Big Lebowski, any movie with Chris Farley and David Spade, and all those stupid Leslie Nielson movies. OK, Airplane was funny the first time or two, maybe even the third time but enough is enough! And don't even get me started on any of the Naked Gun movies! It must be a guy thing. But then again Derek doesn't understand why I'll sit through Beaches, Steel Magnolias or The English Patient knowing that it will end in tears. It must be a girl thing.
While at Movie Gallery I made a few observations: there were 42 copies of Date Movie(these writers have spoofed more movies than I can keep track of, I spend most of the movie trying to figure out which movie the scene came from, very confusing), 35 copies of The Pink Panther(Steve Martin can't hold a candle to Peter Sellers), 28 copies of Bring It On, All or Nothing(I'll admit it, I saw the first one. I won't waste my money twice), 21 copies of RV(oh please, the Griswald family corners the market on vacation movies, followed by John Candy's family in The Great Outdoors), and 21 copies of I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer(I don't care what you did last summer or who knows about it). I think Movie Gallery might have ordered a few too many copies for some of those movies. But I could not believe that not one movie appealed to me. For lack of a better option I ended up renting Failure to Launch(after paying Derek's late fees, thanks babe). I haven't gotten a chance to watch it yet but today my mom told me it was "a cute movie" and she just "loved" Terry Bradshaw's character. Wait a minute, my mother doesn't watch current movies whose stars are still alive. Maybe once a year she and Aunt Tina will go to the theater but I hadn't heard of such a trip yet this year. When I questioned her she informed me that she had ordered the movie on pay-per-view one night last week. I could not believe that 1) she knew she had pay-per-view and 2) she could figure out how to use it. This is the woman who has the SAME satellite service we have, with the SAME remote, but has no idea how to turn on our tv. My mother the movie critic, she never ceases to amaze me.