Keith and I had a bit of a movie marathon yesterday. With me being on bed rest (and making 2 Christmas gifts as well as working on a cross stitch for Gwen's room), him putting up all of our Christmas decorations (which took about 8 hours; we have a lot of decorations), and the poodle being glued to my lap since he was brought home from a 2 1/2 week trip to grandma and grandpa's, a movie marathon just made sense. We watched Elf, Sweeney Todd, Far and Away, The Peacemaker, and Terminator Salvation.
Keith and I have somewhat different tastes in movies that I think mimics our differences in musical taste. In music, he loves Journey, Kelly Clarkson, and Beyonce. I like Iron & Wine, Regina Spektor, and Florence + The Machine. Notice, he likes mainstream rock and pop and I like the more independent, or as Keith calls it, "weird" music. The same goes for movies. I do like a good popular movie, but I am also far more likely to sit down and watch a documentary or independent (read in Keith-speak as "weird") movie. He, on the other hand, has a list of popular series of movies that he always gravitates back to whenever we are discussing what movie we should watch. Here is how the movie choosing discussion typically goes in our household:
Keith: What do you want to watch?
Me: I don't care. Let's watch whatever you want to watch.
Keith: Whatever I want to watch?
Me: (Knowing the danger of answering yes to this question) Well, within reason.
Keith: The Lethal Weapon movies?
Me: No
Keith: Back to the Future?
Me: No
Keith: Any of the Terminator movies?
Me: No
Keith: Something with John Wayne in it?
Me: No
Keith: Dirty Harry?
Me: No
So as you can clearly see, I didn't really mean it when I said that we could watch whatever Keith wanted to watch. What I really meant was that I didn't feel like using my brain power to think of a movie to watch and I wanted Keith to suggest something up my alley.
The next step in the movie picking process involves Keith mentioning a movie and me agreeing to it.
Keith: Do you want to watch Bride Wars?
Me: Yeah! That sounds good!
Keith: Really?
Me: Do you not want to watch it?
Keith: Not really.
Me: Well, then why did you suggest it?
Keith: I don't know.
After about 15-20 minutes of looking through our DVDs and Netflix instant watch list, we finally decide on a movie. Usually, the movie is a bit more of a "Sara pick" than a "Keith pick" since Keith is nicer than me and more willing to give in. So I told him last week that when he is on paternity leave we can watch all of the movies that he wants to see (I'll probably be so sleep deprived that I won't even care, and will likely fall asleep anyway). But yesterday I started feeling generous a bit early (he had spent over 8 hours turning our living room into a winter wonderland) and told him that we could watch one of the movies that I usually veto. That is how we came to watch Terminator Salvation.
I am fully willing to watch Terminator 1 or 2 from time to time - they are classics. But time to time means no more than once ever 1-2 years. Terminator 3 and 4 should not have been made. Terminator 4 (the one we watched yesterday) reflects a Michael Bay film. There is a lot of fancy cinematography, and you can't always figure out quite what is going on since the camera cuts quickly from one shot to the next. Also, there is not much of a story line; it's all about the action sequences. If you can't tell by my description of Michael Bay movies, I don't really care for them. Thankfully, Keith doesn't like them either, so we spent much of the movie making fun of it or pointing out the unrealistic parts (which have to be pretty unrealistic for us to comment on them when we are watching a movie about machines taking over the world).
SPOILER ALERT: So when we got to the end of the movie we were both ready to pounce on anything. At the end of the movie, John Connor's heart is failing and he is going to die. The half-robot-half-human character volunteers to let Connor's wife take his heart to perform a heart transplant. And the following reaction is one of the reasons that I love us together:
Keith (the doctor): Yeah, because I'm sure that they have all of the supplies that they need to perform a heart transplant just sitting around.
Me (the former transplant immunology PhD student): And I'm sure that the robot-man is a perfect immunological match for Connor.
Keith: And they probably have enough immunosuppressive drugs sitting around in their tent that he will be able to take them uninterrupted for the rest of his life.
Me: And I'm sure that her training as a veterinarian makes her completely qualified and competent to perform a transplant on a human.
That is a pretty typical conversation in our household, and I love it. :-)
Keith and I have somewhat different tastes in movies that I think mimics our differences in musical taste. In music, he loves Journey, Kelly Clarkson, and Beyonce. I like Iron & Wine, Regina Spektor, and Florence + The Machine. Notice, he likes mainstream rock and pop and I like the more independent, or as Keith calls it, "weird" music. The same goes for movies. I do like a good popular movie, but I am also far more likely to sit down and watch a documentary or independent (read in Keith-speak as "weird") movie. He, on the other hand, has a list of popular series of movies that he always gravitates back to whenever we are discussing what movie we should watch. Here is how the movie choosing discussion typically goes in our household:
Keith: What do you want to watch?
Me: I don't care. Let's watch whatever you want to watch.
Keith: Whatever I want to watch?
Me: (Knowing the danger of answering yes to this question) Well, within reason.
Keith: The Lethal Weapon movies?
Me: No
Keith: Back to the Future?
Me: No
Keith: Any of the Terminator movies?
Me: No
Keith: Something with John Wayne in it?
Me: No
Keith: Dirty Harry?
Me: No
So as you can clearly see, I didn't really mean it when I said that we could watch whatever Keith wanted to watch. What I really meant was that I didn't feel like using my brain power to think of a movie to watch and I wanted Keith to suggest something up my alley.
The next step in the movie picking process involves Keith mentioning a movie and me agreeing to it.
Keith: Do you want to watch Bride Wars?
Me: Yeah! That sounds good!
Keith: Really?
Me: Do you not want to watch it?
Keith: Not really.
Me: Well, then why did you suggest it?
Keith: I don't know.
After about 15-20 minutes of looking through our DVDs and Netflix instant watch list, we finally decide on a movie. Usually, the movie is a bit more of a "Sara pick" than a "Keith pick" since Keith is nicer than me and more willing to give in. So I told him last week that when he is on paternity leave we can watch all of the movies that he wants to see (I'll probably be so sleep deprived that I won't even care, and will likely fall asleep anyway). But yesterday I started feeling generous a bit early (he had spent over 8 hours turning our living room into a winter wonderland) and told him that we could watch one of the movies that I usually veto. That is how we came to watch Terminator Salvation.
I am fully willing to watch Terminator 1 or 2 from time to time - they are classics. But time to time means no more than once ever 1-2 years. Terminator 3 and 4 should not have been made. Terminator 4 (the one we watched yesterday) reflects a Michael Bay film. There is a lot of fancy cinematography, and you can't always figure out quite what is going on since the camera cuts quickly from one shot to the next. Also, there is not much of a story line; it's all about the action sequences. If you can't tell by my description of Michael Bay movies, I don't really care for them. Thankfully, Keith doesn't like them either, so we spent much of the movie making fun of it or pointing out the unrealistic parts (which have to be pretty unrealistic for us to comment on them when we are watching a movie about machines taking over the world).
SPOILER ALERT: So when we got to the end of the movie we were both ready to pounce on anything. At the end of the movie, John Connor's heart is failing and he is going to die. The half-robot-half-human character volunteers to let Connor's wife take his heart to perform a heart transplant. And the following reaction is one of the reasons that I love us together:
Keith (the doctor): Yeah, because I'm sure that they have all of the supplies that they need to perform a heart transplant just sitting around.
Me (the former transplant immunology PhD student): And I'm sure that the robot-man is a perfect immunological match for Connor.
Keith: And they probably have enough immunosuppressive drugs sitting around in their tent that he will be able to take them uninterrupted for the rest of his life.
Me: And I'm sure that her training as a veterinarian makes her completely qualified and competent to perform a transplant on a human.
That is a pretty typical conversation in our household, and I love it. :-)
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