On Saturday, I saw two movies.
Crazy Heart is the story of a washed up country star played by Jeff Bridges. He is nominated for an Academy Award. It was not showing in the regular theater, but at the downtown independent theater.
It was well-worth seeking out. I like a story of a character who finds redemption.
Then, I watched a movie at home on DVD. I saw The Hurt Locker. Now, unlike Crazy Heart, The Hurt Locker did appear at the local multiplex last summer. In fact, I suggested it to my husband, telling him it was getting really good reviews. He rejected my suggestion and we saw some other forgettable film. I have been mocking his choice in movies and harassing him about this ever since.
But now The Hurt Locker has been nominated for a bunch of Academy Awards. So, I rented it to watch at home.
I hate watching movies on DVD at home. Some people prefer watching movies at home, but those people apparently do not have teenagers prowling the house all night in search of snacks. Those people do not have a 7-year old who gets out of bed to ask some inane question you’ve already answered three times. Those people are not interrupted four or five times while watching a movie at home.
Or maybe they are but they just don’t mind.
I mind. I mind a lot.
But I suffered through the experience because I just had to see this movie before the Academy Awards. And it was excellent, I’m happy to report. While rated R for violence (hello, it’s a war movie) and language (very strong, not appropriate for my teenagers, at least), it was a gripping, non-partisan depiction of a soldier who loves his job defusing bombs. Great movie. I’ll even go see it in the theater if it appears there again (sometimes movies open again in theaters after Academy Award nominations or awards).
I’m on my quest to see all the movies nominated for Best Picture (I’ve seen almost all of them) and the performances by actors nominated for Best Actor and Best Actress.
Hey, a girl’s got to have a hobby.
Tomorrow (or maybe the next day), I’m going to tell you about some memoirs I’ve been reading. I know. You can hardly wait.
Calm down. I’ll be back.