Against my better judgment, I went to the movies on Monday. (Not that there's anything wrong with movie-going...but Monday evening equals full price, where I could've paid a measly 6 bucks if I went on Tuesday. Oh well.)
I saw "We Bought A Zoo." (The title of this post is indeed a quote from the movie...which I did write on my hand with the UPS pen my friend (who is employed there) gave me earlier that day...just so I wouldn't forget. It still hasn't washed off.)
And it was awesome.
I sat there eating my family pack of Twizzlers (a Christmas gift from my sister's boyfriend...suck-up.) and enjoyed every second.
It was just THAT precious.
Don't even tell me that the little red-headed girl didn't break your heart into a million pieces at EVERY word she spoke.
It was a great movie.
Afterward, we decided we needed nachos, because the insufferable stomachache I was experiencing from the Twizzlers could only be remedied by beef and cheese.
In the car, I was catching up on the text messaging that I had resisted during the movie, in an effort to be a respectable theatre patron.
"Holy crap! We Bought A Zoo...so awesome. Jonsi...double awesome."
And then the recipient(s) of said text proceeded to tell me that they were surprised because rottentomatoes only gave it a 63%.
Say whaaaa?!
I hadn't even checked RT before going to the movie! (Very unlike me. Actually, it's mildly surprising how much of my life has been determined by rotting tomatoes.)
And then I wasn't so sure anymore.
I started rationalizing with myself.
Did I REALLY like the movie?
Was there anything truly "outstanding" about the story? Beside the fact that they "bought a zoo." (Which how did they NOT notice those animals when they were first driving up? Come on, now!)
So we finally get to Chili's and my friends and I begin discussing the movie.
Chelsey and I, of course, loved it. (At least I thought I did.) Her boyfriend and his roommate were a bit wary...because they like to get all philosophical about everything and can't just freakin' ENJOY anything.
They bring up all these points and I begin to wonder if I missed something, by saying I loved it too early.
And that's what propaganda does to you, man!
A stupid "63%" and green splat caused me to wonder if I even enjoyed the movie I already KNEW I enjoyed.
I KNEW I loved it until Jerry and Mike told me it was just like every other movie. (sans Zoo)
And that sucks.
Don't EVEN act like there's no judgment based on your choice of film.
Or that you have to lie to your friends about watching the Pretty Little Liars marathon on ABC Family.
Because you do.
But you shouldn't have to.
I'm not saying I'm never gonna look at RottenTomatoes again. (Or never watch Pretty Little Liars again.)
But movies are meant to be enjoyed. Even if they are crappy...or just like every other movie you've seen.
EVEN if Matt Damon has a weird haircut.
It was a great movie.
The kind that makes you feel awesome afterward.
Unlike those nachos...(which I think were in cahoots with the Twizzlers.)
lmfao...oh this was greatness and COMPLETELY relatable. The whole, "oh man, that was great!" and then you read what everyone else said about it...for me, I've actually had the opposite happen. When Watch the Throne first came out I hated it, absolutely detested the whole damn thing...and then everyone else was singing the highest praise for it...and I was like, HAVE I LOST MY EAR FOR GOOD MUSIC? Am I REALLY a hater for not loving every single track on this?
ReplyDeleteBut then I kept listening to it...and I felt the same and I said MUTHAFUCK ALL Y'ALL DEAF ASS BUSTAS!! Y'ALL FORGOT WHAT GOOD MUSIC SOUNDS LIKE!
Just kidding. That was only in my head...at least the first part. The second part I did say...quietly. But yeah..I relate. That's all. lol