Blended
My exposure to cinema is limited. I don’t like sitting in closed rooms with hundreds of others, basking in the glow of cellphone screens and inhaling second-hand popcorn odour. After all, my health is important.
That limits the scope of titles to what my TV has on offer; when something good comes along, I’ll put other activities on pause, for the time it takes. Now, about a decade ago, the Barrymore/Sandler duo offered 50 First Dates with a few good moments. Today, another title from the very dynamic duo. Blended. Nothing damaged in a kitchen appliance; this one deals with mixing two family groups into a funny stew (of sorts). Enough humour to keep me from blipping around the dial on a quiet afternoon.
Sandler can grate, but Barrymore puts her heart into things. Has from a very early age. I could watch the movie again, this evening; one of the limitations of my cable network. Instead, I’ve opted for Ocean’s Twelve which also distracts, for other reasons. I mean, in case I ever have to jack up someone else’s building, etc.
Not to despair. At least I’m not watching men with great paycheques skate (Brownian motion). Or trying to involve the dog in a fruitless game of catch. There are limits.
Why do some frozen pizzas fail? Qualitatively speaking. I recently took home a couple of cartons of a leading brand: delicious and Delissio are mutually exclusive. Crust like a taco. My fear is dropping a slice and having it shatter on impact. The dog shouldn’t be kept on standby for a household equivalent of “cleanup in aisle three”.
