Ugh.
Anyone else ready for nap time?
Last weekend I was down with some kind of mild mannered crud. Just sick enough to ruin each and every moment of consciousness, not crappy enough for me to ponder if I'm dying. To my relief, it was one of the shortest respiratory illnesses I've ever had and was over in about 72 hours.
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Fortunately the hubby and I already planned to steer clear of tourist destinations nearby and enjoy a quieter variety of weekend. This, despite my mother's best manipulative pyrotechnics, ended up being a solid weekend of movie watching.
Streaming, theater, dvd, cable tv, whatever venue is available my husband loves movies. But since we don't always agree on titles to watch together, I kicked off the weekend with Florence Foster Jenkins on my own. This was one I really wanted to like, but I could have done with about 45 minutes less movie. Interesting story. Wonderful actors. I found myself ignoring the movie to look up the real history behind this woman's story and the people in her life. Fascinating. So not loving this movie? A problem with my personal brand of wanting to know more and losing interest because of it.
Hubby and I caught up together the next day and streamed a movie that shall not be named. The comedy, with actors (mostly) good or great in their own right, was a steaming pile of boring crap. I told my husband not to wake me up if I passed out from being sick. Thankfully, he listened.
The recent remake of Magnificent Seven and the latest Tarzan flick rounded out our movies for the weekend. The former a decent C+ or B- that would have been better in both our humble opinions, by a few minor tweaks to the script. The latter was, in both our humble opinions, quite good and will probably make it's way into our movie collection in the future. As a fan of Mr. Skarsgård, the film didn't need to be good for me to find something to appreciate in it. *cough* But it was good, though not without faults, and kept our attention.
*cough*
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