What to Expect When you Weren’t Expecting Anything
You know you’ve been married for a good long while when having sole discretion over what to watch when you’re by yourself is somewhat…overwhelming. This is not to say that Wes is come kind of TV programming tyrant who rules our household with an iron fist. Far from it! It’s just that we usually talk about our options before settling on one, and I’m quite out of practice when it comes to having that conversation with just myself.
Wes was gone on business last night, and as I wrestled my children into bed, I couldn’t help but wonder: What to watch?
After ruling out anything too violent or scary, I settled on American Hustle. I’ve wanted to see it ever since one of the presenters at the FBI seminar I went to recommended it as being pretty accurate. I poured a glass of wine, got comfy, and then turned the movie off after about forty-five minutes because I just couldn’t get into it. It wasn’t for me.
On a lark, I decided to give What to Expect When You’re Expecting a try, because a friend had mentioned it on Facebook, and I was surprised , SURPRISED, by how much I enjoyed it. I’m normally not one to enjoy “chick flicks” but for some reason this one was the right movie in the right place at the right time for me.
So now, in the cold light of day, I have no choice but to wonder…What does it say about me that I’d rather watch a Cameron Diaz movie than a Christian Bale movie? American Hustle was bursting at the seams with quality acting talent and yet…Snoozeville. What to Expect When You’re Expecting, on the other hand, was light and fun and enjoyable to watch. It wasn’t high cinema by a long shot, but it was entertaining and that was primarily what I was looking for.
So again I ask, Have I become some kind of Facebook-addicted, lowbrow Philistine who’d rather be entertained than challenged? And if so, why don’t I feel bad about it?
Heady questions, friends. Heady questions.
