I share very different tastes in movies with B but I’m okay with it, because we share the same opposing ideas when it comes to books. He hates reading and I’d rather sit down for hours with a book while the thought of sitting for two hours to watch round after round of films makes me want to fall asleep. I’m not saying I hate movies, because I do enjoy them, just like how B enjoys literature even though it’s very rare for him to finish one whole book in less than a year (or just finish one in general). There just happens to be a lot of times when I’d rather sleep or eat cookies than watch a movie.
This disparity in movie tastes is more than just about watching them: B likes to watch the weirdest thing ever. I’d be totally okay if he wanted to catch Transformers 2 or TRON: Legacy in theaters (okay wait, maybe not Transformers) because I enjoy the mindless, big budget entertainment. But nope, he likes the artistic, independent, foreign and classic films. You know, the kinds that get a 95% rating on Rotten Tomatoes but make absolutely no sense, or the ones that are super disturbing and won’t let you sleep at night because you’re wondering WTF just happened. I know you know what kind of movies I’m talking about, where happy endings don’t exist and people commit a lot of incest. At least, that’s what it seems like.
Don’t worry, though, because we compromise in bed. And I don’t mean sexually. EWWW. I mean, we sit on the bed so he can watch his pick from his endless Netflix streaming list while I try to block out the noise and finish a library book. Of course, it’s all very distracting so I end up asking lots of questions and then getting confused, make snarky comments, occasionally repeat the funny lines aloud a lot or even do impressions next to the television, especially if they do weird dances like in Dogtooth. Yes, I am the best movie companion EVER.
Anyway, thanks to this moving/reading arrangement, I’ve compiled a serious knowledge of independent non-Michael Bay-related cinema which helps me participate in conversations with artsy-fartsy friends. Here’s what I’ve seen so far, as summarized by what I distractedly witnessed between turning the pages of my book.
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