So one of my things to do while Gene and the boy are gone is to catch up on my movie watching. I PVR (Tivo, basically) a lot of movies that I think sound good. One of them was Pride & Prejudice (no, not the smokin’ version with Colin Firth). It was a modern day adaptation, all bright colors and modern updates. It came on one night at 2 in the morning (I think one day while I was ill) and I thought “I’m about to fall asleep again but this looks cute”.
But now that I’m watching it, it has a funny edge to it, like something’s not right. Ah, a student film, I decided. Someone’s directorial debut, acted by all of his buddies from film school! I was coasting along, happy as a clam, folding laundry (hmm, WTF is that all about?) when the main character says something that perks my ears up and, simultaneously worries me.
Main character: “No, he’s a boy from here in Utah”
Hmmmmmmm. Uh-thefuck-oh. All of a sudden, the film acquires that “something doesn’t taste right about this cheesecake” flavor, like when the culinarian at work tricked us with free Atkins-designed desserts. Awww. Snaked again, naturally. By the Mormons.