is a freaking long movie, i had heard, and now i know firsthand. at the end, dante was pretty much the only one not complaining, and he did pick out the movie. but to be quite honest, i liked it.
the gratuitous use of shadow, the gorgeous italian countryside, the gorgeous italian MEN, and of course, the importance of family, all great stuff.
but i admit, the main reason i enjoyed those three hours, was because you were next to me, squashed into the same chair. it wasn’t comfortable at all (i’m telling you, i spy obesity in your future) but you know, somehow it just felt right. and slowly slowly slowly your arm made its way around me. and then…wait… did you just move in closer? did i just feel you stroke my hair?
it was nice at that moment to drop all those questions and thoughts about you buzzing in my head and just enjoy being there. sitting. leaning. and launching my surprise attack to gain ascendancy over the chair.
it’s simple. it’s mundane. it’s just plain silly, but right now i’m quite fond of long movies in dark rooms :)