Friday, 12 March 2010

My New Man

Despite being stony-broke at the moment, Husb and I splashed out the other night and treated ourselves to a babysitter and 2-4-1 cinema tickets. Mid-week and everything, how reckless are we?!

We've both had a relentlessly busy time of late and found ourselves reverting to 'co-parents' who just happen to live under the same roof. When all we concentrate on is our dual responsibility to the kids, inevitably we end up snapping at each other over trifling things and generally being rather ratty. It's no fun for anyone and, to be honest, really rather silly. So a night out to redress the balance and act like a couple for once, instead of Mummy and Daddy, was much needed.

Babysitter was free, yay! (Free available, I should point out, not free gratis...if only!)
Babes were knackered and settled without a murmur. Yippee!
So now, what to watch??

"Shall we see Avatar then?" I asked, feeling a certain duty to see the biggest-grossing movie of all time.

But I'd not taken into account my husband's penchant for chick-flicks. I kid you not. He's far more likely than me to shed a tear over sobathons like Life Is Beautiful or My Sister's Keeper. Given the choice, he'd go for Legally Blonde over Top Gun every time. Bless. I like to think he's in touch with his feminine side.

So we buy tickets for Neil Jordan's Ondine. The one where Colin Farrell goes back to his Irish roots and catches a mermaid in his fishing net? Well, you know, whatever...it was a night out. Who cares what's playing on the big screen.

Colin Farrell is ok in it but the 'mermaid', Alicja Bachleda (Polish actress I'd never seen before) is just stupidly gorgeous. Are supermodels actually allowed to be talented actors and singers too? But it was at the moment that we see her walking out of the water, with her clingy wet T-shirt on, that I thought perhaps my husband had his reasons for choosing this film after all. There follows lots of dreamy shots of Alicja tossing her long, tangled hair and the camera lingering over key dramatic moments, like her swimming athletically underwater or slowly easing on some new underwear that Col's just stolen for her. (Oops, did I give too much away there?). I mean, is a 10 second top shot of her impressive cleavage truly necessary?

No wonder my fella likes chick flicks. Not so much 'in touch with his feminine side'...but pure bloke, through and through.

It was a sweet story though, so I'll forgive him.

5 comments:

  1. That's Alicja Bachleda Curus. She's not a supermodel. She's a wannbe Hollwood A-lister. Not to mention she can't sing

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  2. Good that you have followers like Anonymous. I never get corrected in such a subtle and polite way. Lucky you!!
    Anyhoo, you should put him to the test and drag him to watch SATC II. I know that WE all love Carrie Bradshaw, put apparently there's not much to see for the blokes. ;-)

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  3. Anon - thanks for putting me right. I'm sorry for exaggerating by saying Miss Curus was a super. It's just my way of saying that I thought she was really, really beautiful. And I must say, I thought she had a lovely voice. Her CV says she's an acclaimed singer but hey, what do I know?

    Met-Mum - Ha, ha, quite so! I have been told!!

    Love the SATC suggestion...why didn't I think of that? Will get the DVD out and report back!

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  4. My husband loves a good chick flick too. I'm a football fan. We feel we were wasted on each other! In all truth though it is great to cuddle up together to watch a movie. And Hooray for a bit of couple time. So important, so pleased you got some.

    Never heard of the film, but will be checking out the cinema A LOT when we get back (first time we'll have been in two years, don't have one in Tuzla, drives me NUTS!) x

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  5. BinB - Ha ha, I'm glad I'm not alone in having a 'sensitive' husband! But you're so right, couple time is imperative - and all to easy to come low down on the To Do list.

    I can't imagine life without a cinema. Even though we don't go that often, just to know it's there, looming above us in its 12-screen, technicolour, popcorn-churning glory is somehow reassuring. We may be living in the backwater that is the IOW but at least we have a few 20th Century luxuries. Book that babysitter in now and start salivating over all those blockbusters in store for you this summer!

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