IT MY BLOG AND I'LL POST WHAT I WANT TO! PRIME: the review, the lingering question.
So, true to form of our quasi-relationship, dara and I did dinner and a movie last night. Dinner, ala whitetrash celebration, occured at The Olive Garden, which despite the slightly trashy connotation of having a celebration at a chain resteraunt, is fabulous! We enjoyed the food immensly--so immensly that I swore i could actually feel the fat and heavy cream running through my veins, and it felt damn good! Moreover, we over-ordered, as I feel is inevitable in a place such as The Olive Garden, and so we will get to enjoy our left overs for days to come! Dinner satiating and completed we took off for the movies to see Prime, staring Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep.
The premise promised hilarity which the movie thoroughly provided, but the previews couldn't portray the depth to which the movie delves. The authentic view of meeting, and subsequently dating, is a tad on the idealistic side, but the story manages to draw you in as opposed to making you feel like an awkward bystander. Sitting in a theatre of people who more than likely have never been to New York and who more than certainly are not Jewish, while Meryl Streep chowed down on a pastrami and rye sandwitch and kvetching about how her son was seriously invovled with a non-jewish woman, left us feeling as though there were parts of the movie that rang more true for us than others--but none the less, the entire journey of the relationship, spliced together with pieces of explicit information, the type one would only share with a therapist, makes for a heart wrenching story of falling in love, and learning to let it go.
And the question we are left with is this: we know it is a typcially female reaction to a wonderful movie, in which the characters are fabulously self-aware, and expressive, to wish, momentarily, that they were more like that in their lives, and that if they were, they would be rewarded with the same positive changes in relationship that female movie characters so often receive. However, we wonder if men, especially ones who see this movie, will, if even ever so briefly, wish that they could be expressive like the main male character. Do they ever feel an intense desire to be the most amazing part of themselves and do it with the certainty that they will be rewarded with a deepened relationship and evolving partnership? Even if they don't--they should--said like a true female!
Remember to Compost--J
So, true to form of our quasi-relationship, dara and I did dinner and a movie last night. Dinner, ala whitetrash celebration, occured at The Olive Garden, which despite the slightly trashy connotation of having a celebration at a chain resteraunt, is fabulous! We enjoyed the food immensly--so immensly that I swore i could actually feel the fat and heavy cream running through my veins, and it felt damn good! Moreover, we over-ordered, as I feel is inevitable in a place such as The Olive Garden, and so we will get to enjoy our left overs for days to come! Dinner satiating and completed we took off for the movies to see Prime, staring Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep.
The premise promised hilarity which the movie thoroughly provided, but the previews couldn't portray the depth to which the movie delves. The authentic view of meeting, and subsequently dating, is a tad on the idealistic side, but the story manages to draw you in as opposed to making you feel like an awkward bystander. Sitting in a theatre of people who more than likely have never been to New York and who more than certainly are not Jewish, while Meryl Streep chowed down on a pastrami and rye sandwitch and kvetching about how her son was seriously invovled with a non-jewish woman, left us feeling as though there were parts of the movie that rang more true for us than others--but none the less, the entire journey of the relationship, spliced together with pieces of explicit information, the type one would only share with a therapist, makes for a heart wrenching story of falling in love, and learning to let it go.
And the question we are left with is this: we know it is a typcially female reaction to a wonderful movie, in which the characters are fabulously self-aware, and expressive, to wish, momentarily, that they were more like that in their lives, and that if they were, they would be rewarded with the same positive changes in relationship that female movie characters so often receive. However, we wonder if men, especially ones who see this movie, will, if even ever so briefly, wish that they could be expressive like the main male character. Do they ever feel an intense desire to be the most amazing part of themselves and do it with the certainty that they will be rewarded with a deepened relationship and evolving partnership? Even if they don't--they should--said like a true female!
Remember to Compost--J
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