"The Life Aquatic" really wasn’t that spectacular a movie, despite my continued affections for the sound of the title ("life aquatic" just has a poetic, almost Nerudian rhythm to it). It had its funny and its funnier moments, as most of its cinematic comedy ilk tend to have– but in the end, it wasn’t a rolling-on-the-floor sort of deal. It certainly didn’t send *me* into any giggle fits and it wasn’t until the next day that I had come to the conclusion that I did actually like it.
But for all that, for all the reasons that made this movie "okay" and not "I-must-own-this" for me, I’m thinking of actually buying it when it comes out in two weeks. And I suspect that this is because of sentimental value and the experience attached to my viewing of the movie.
Even though the drive down was a little harried because of navigational glitches, even though parking at The Grove was a little more than stressful, even though delayed meal times made us both a little crabby and impatient, even though finding somewhere to stay for the night (and then finding a restaurant for dinner) proved to be a not-altogether-comfortable experience (though the room we got in the end was very passable)– I remember the trip to be a pleasant one. The Guy got his root beer float in Baker and he played "Elf" early on in the drive, The Grove was beautiful (and yet a little pretentious– just like the people walking around in it), the restaurant in Pasadena had THE BEST FOCACCIA BREAD EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, the next morning I had one of the three best omelets I’ve ever eaten in my life (egg whites with potatoes, green bell peppers, cheese, *avocado* and possibly mushrooms), and I got free samples of Ghirardelli peppermint squares while perusing the lines of shops with The Guy. And the weather was absolutely gorgeous.
And those are the things I remember when I think about "The Life Aquatic." And because of that, I have pleasant associations with that movie. And because of *that*, I’m probably going to be minus some cash after May 10 rolls around.
At the risk of making him sound like some lame little frou-frou toy poodle– I have the cutest boyfriend who does the cutest things, like thank me for little things that would usually go un- (or under-) appreciated. ::squoosh::