And We’re Back…
I will not even go into the bizarre-ness that was the Moo Shu Jew Show, which included an elderly man at my table making reference to “black pipe” (meaning African-American penises), the insistent use of the word “schvartze,” mocking of retarded people and people with Tourette’s, and enough ageism to turn Methusulah into Benjamin Button. I don’t think I’ll be going back.
Additionally, I had the misfortune of seeing Marley & Me, which completely confused me. It would be like if you made a movie of my life. Me talking about my column. Me worrying about my pets. Me fighting with my partner. Me thinking about moving. The most boring-ass life you could imagine. Why do I want to watch that? No drama. No conflict. No suspense. Plus, what up with the saddest ending in the world? The poor kids at Riverview were all Bambi-traumatized.
Liz | 11:01 AM | Uncategorized
Glad I missed the Mu Shu. That kind of thing sends me round the bend.
My best friend Cricket was the on-camera scenic for it. Like many movies we’ve worked on, we won’t be going to see it! But as a dog lover, she had a lovely time hanging out with all the different “Marleys”.
Hope your day is looking up.
Dear Liz,
I didn’t do the Mu Shu thing, instead I went with a Chicken Korma.
I have always had a thing for golden labs, I even by the toilet paper with the golden lab puppy because he is so dang cute.
In fact, when I get my psychiatric helper dog, I hope it’s a golden lab.
Did you at least get a good fortune cookie?
I read a borrowed copy of ‘Marley and Me’ several months ago, when I first caught wind that a movie was being made of it, and because the friend who lent me the book raved about it. I read the book between calls at work, where I am a telephone captionist for people with hearing impairments. I couldn’t finish the book. I wept openly. Loudly. I finally just had to put the book down, the last 10 or 15 pages completely unread. Never finished it either.
Agreed, M&M is definitely not a kid’s movie -unless you’re prepared to explain life and death to a four year old, but that just seems like such a bad idea in about 13 different directions.
See, I thought “Marley and Me” was a great movie for EXACTLY that reason. Hollywood doesn’t make enough movies about average Joes and Janes (or Johns and Jennies, or Lizzes and Larrys). Especially those who are writers
Now if you were objecting to the mismarketing of M&M as a kids’ movie (BIG mistake) or to the Hollywood fairy tale/stereotype of the relationship between Owen Wilson the reporter/columnist and Alan Arkin the crusty editor with a heart of gold, then I’d buy your critique …
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