The 30’s, 70’s, and Dave Dudley v2.0

I recently noticed Double L absorbed in a website called Twitter. I’d never heard of it so I asked her what it is. I couldn’t believe it when she told me she was reading quick notes that strangers were posting about what they were doing in that moment. Puzzled, I wandered off into the night.

A few days later it occurred to me that Twitter is the internet version of the old telephone party line. You can hop on Twitter and “listen” in on people’s lives. Well, this makes perfect sense to the voyeur side of my brain. 

This got me thinking about the net in general. I’ve decided the internet is simply a 21st century CB radio. Instead of calling out for smokey reports and lot lizard locations while cruising the open road, we sit on our couches and cruise the super highway looking for smokey, lot lizard porn.

All of this leaves me with two questions:  First, how can I change the “comment” link to say “Come on back and talk to Teddy Bear”? And second, who will be this format’s Dave Dudley?

I’m Out.

reviews of the reviews of Then She Found Me

I liked this movie. I like all kinds of movies. I’m an everything in moderation kind of guy. (Except heroin. You really can’t shoot heroin casually. It just doesn’t work out.) Movies Without Carter isn’t here to bash “chick” flicks. In fact, I’ll happily watch any movie as long as it’s done well and isn’t trite. However, I need some savory to go with the sweet.  

Balance is the key. Lack of balance leads one to the dark side.  

I’m not going to review Then She Found Me other than to say it’s good, go see it. Instead, I want to talk about a few statements made in the reviews of it posted on RottenTomatoes.com. One reviewer refers to Helen Hunt as “unhealthy-looking as a Dust Bowl migrant in a Dorothea Lange portrait” another says she’s “looking an anorexic 15 years older than her character”. These are two examples of ageism and sexism prevalent in our culture and they really piss me off. Essentially these reviewers are saying this movie isn’t worth seeing because Helen Hunt isn’t worth looking at. What a destructive load of shit.  The truth is Helen Hunt has allowed herself to age authentically. Only a warped, beauty culture asshole would put her down for that.

If we don’t change our thinking about age and beauty then we’re going to miss out on some of life’s great stories, timeless beautiful stories.  

a saturday pass!

Double L and I walked over to her parents this evening.  We were doing some recon on curtains they need to put up.  It appears easy enough but there wasn’t enough daylight to get into it.  Instead we sat around talking and laughing our asses off.  Lori-Lyn and her family are funny as hell.

It started raining when it was time to head home, so her mum gave us a lift.  I say “mum” and “lift” because Angela is a British secret agent in her authentic life.  When we pulled up to our house I told Angela she’d have to check with my manager (Double L) to see if I was available for curtain hanging this weekend.  They both laughed, then Double L said I could have a pass to do it.

Yip. 

Once home Double L headed to the shower and I plopped down to watch The Andromeda Strain.  At some point during the evening the channel made it’s way to Absolutely Fabulous then The Girls Next Door then Denise Richards: It’s Complicated.

Yip.

and so it begins…

The first movie Double L and I saw when we first got together was The Bourne Identity.  I recall the day and conversation went something like:  

me: hey, do you want to go to the movies?

LL: yeah, what’s playing?

me: I don’t know.  Let’s just go see what’s about to start.

LL: okay.

It turned out that The Bourne Identity was the only movie about to start.  We happily bought our tickets and tubs of goo and went in to enjoy the show.  Flash forward a few years and the truth has revealed itself. Double L doesn’t like going to the movies.  She says they’re too crowded, too dark, too loud and generally too simple minded and thus boring.  Plus the seats are uncomfortable and the joint smells like feet.  She doesn’t like to see people fight, stab, shoot, smack, run around much, or insult each other.  It’s all just so rude, crude and full of bad energy.  So instead of going to the movies we got a pug and watched lots of Food Network.

A couple of years went by and we met Carter and Jene’.  They also have pugs and watch lots of Food Network.  But one magical day Carter asked me if I’d seen Grindhouse.  At this point I was so out of touch with the movie world I had to admit I hadn’t even heard of it.  He said we should go see it.  He’d already seen it but wanted to see it again, probably to catch all the subplot stuff.  Well, probably not.  And so the date and time were set.  

Within the first five minutes of Planet Terror I was reminded of why I love going to these kinds of movies. They’re a hoot, Slim.

The best thing about the whole night was that I had a new movie dude to go see dude movies with.

A couple of months ago, Carter and Jene’ invited us to lunch.  But it wasn’t really about lunch.  They used that Indian buffet to cushion the news of their impending departure from Lexington to Ohio.  Double L and I were very sad.  Full, but sad.

On the way home it occurred to me that I was losing my new dude movie dude.  What kind of movies would I go to, post Carter?  My vision became blurred and every sign and poster I saw seemed to say “Hugh Grant Film Festival” next left.

The following titles ran through my head and I broke out in a cold sweat:

Wedding Crashers, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, My Best Friend’s Wedding, The Wedding Singer, American Wedding, The Wedding Planner, The Wedding Date, Monsoon Wedding, Muriel’s Wedding and Walk the Line.

Carter isn’t moving until late June but the swift and certain change has already begun.  Tonight Double L and I saw “Then She Found Me.”  Yip.  The summer blockbuster season has begun.