Last weekend, I saw The Odd Life of Timothy Green with my 9-year old daughter. She’d seen the previews on television and had been counting down the days until the movie opened.
I have a few things to say about the movie.
First of all, I absolutely love Jennifer Garner and have since her Alias days–well, even before that, in the Felicity days.
The movie plot . . . was improbable at best. And kind of annoying, if truth be told. I won’t spoil it for you but let’s just say that I found the actual happenings of the movie to be kind of dumb (a pencil made out of leaves somehow saves the day?).
But, I’m not the demographic. I know.
Here’s what I did love about the movie:
1) Jennifer Garner’s lovely acting.
2) Jennifer Garner’s wardrobe. Oh, I loved the dresses and cardigans. So adorable.
3) The light. The glowing, autumnal light was really beautiful.
As the movie came to a close, to my utter embarrassment, I began to cry. Despite the improbable plot, the annoying contrivances in the plot, and silly crises meant to move the story along . . . the emotions still bubbled up.
My daughter kept peeking at me and I kept trying to wipe away tears without her noticing that I was crying.
How ridiculous.
I blame perimenopause.
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Yeah, totally perimenopause. I cry all the time. I recently watched “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.” It’s on Netflix. Great documentary. I was sobbing by the end. I was still sobbing as my husband and I discussed the movie’s hero, Phil the truck driver. The next morning I was talking about it again and to my utter embarrassment, I started crying AGAIN. What a dork. I feel ya. Glad to see you’re doing well – haven’t seen you at your other blog in awhile so I thought I should check up on you. 🙂 Take care. Read my post called “Repeat After Me…” from July. I think you will appreciate the expressed sentiment. Stephanie
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