Last week I told you I’d surprise you with something non-writing related as a blog post. I chose movies. What? You thought I’d discuss sex? Ha ha. Anyway, on Wednesday a long awaited movie arrived in the theater and I was ready for a good laugh. I’d seen the main actors interviewed on TV, watched the clips, heard the discussions and I was ready for a good romantic comedy. I’d begun to feel like a hermit and needed to get out of the house and do something, anything. We’ve been having temperatures in the high teens along with high humidity. What better day to use someone else’s air conditioning, right?
Wrong. The movie was not a rom com. It was a drama. It had a few funny moments but not enough. I found it sad. In fact I had a mild lingering depression for a few days. Finally I sat down and figured out why. It was a failure to communicate movie and I’d lived with men like that. I won’t spoil it for you by saying what the title is, because, well…to you it might be hilarious.
At the theater I did have one lovely surprise in the shape of a trailer. Les Miserables, starring Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, and Anne Hathaway, will open in December 2012. I can’t wait. I love the cast. I loved the Broadway show, and first saw it with my young daughter and loved it so much ended up going back with my then husband. (Not that I have a now husband, but you know…back then.) I’m really, really, really looking forward to the film.
Back to the funky mood I was in. I whizzed off the revisions pages on book #2, received the second round of edits on book #1, sent out the submission requests from RWA National, and took a deep breath. I figured it was best to find some humor somewhere before tackling those final edits.
Saturday arrived and the temperatures had risen even higher. I knew the wise thing to do was stay inside. Scanning the DVD shelves I spied an unopened copy of the special edition of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’d bought it for myself a few years ago and forgotten about it. I hadn’t seen the movie in years but absolutely adore the cast, especially John Cleese. I have to say it was the most gloriously ridiculous, laugh out loud couple of hours I’ve spent in a long, long time. The opening credits were funny enough, but my favorite scene with the coconuts and then the discussion on the swallows had a grin splitting my face, and the grin stayed for the whole movie except for when I laughed out loud. The language of the French Taunters cracked me up, and the Holy hand grenade has to be one of the funniest scenes ever written. So if you’re ever looking for a laugh, or need a dopamine fix, try Monty Python and the Holy Grail. As it says on the front of the DVD, it is inspired lunacy. Have you ever seen it? Love it? Hate it?