I'm not a big movie-goer, I love movies themselves, but I don't love going out to see one. A movie night to me, is staying in and watching it from the comfort of home, under a blanket with a glass of wine. Saying that, I am always the last to see films that everyone is buzzing about and have reactions to films about a year after their Academy Award win. A small sacrifice for being a lazy wino. Every so often, there's a a film that I have been waiting to see and it's only this kind of excitement that will get my bottom over to the theater. A good example, Spice World. That, I saw on opening night. An obvious choice.In summer 2007, I was given a movie pass by my step-mom who was encouraging me to use it on La Vie en Rose. While the movie interested me and it was on my future Netflix list, I had another Franco-film in mind that appealed to me that seemed to be much more...well, me; 2 Days in Paris and I was not disappointed. At the time, I didn't speak French, I had no interest in Paris, and certainly had no interest in Frenchmen, but I still adored this film. Something about it hit home for me.
Now being the neurotic New Yorker in Paris, I relate to it more than ever, but on the reverse side where I've brought home several French boyfriends to meet my rowdy New York family. I have never been the girlfriend who says: "Don't worry, my family will love you," because I really don't know it they will. They're can be pretty unpredictable, especially with their opinions. I mean, they hated Lucien. But he was also the one who thought that a great dinner topic would be to tell us all that if we were in France, we'd be considered low-class. That sort of killed his chances of being invited back.Tonight I'm off to see the very much anticipated 2 Days in New York to see if it lives up to the original. This is all in preparation for my new French boyfriend coming to New York next week to meet...my Italian grandparents on a Catholic Holiday. Good lord...
