23-Jan-2006

Every once in awhile, you see a movie that sticks with you.  Or there are, at the very least, moments you can't let go of.  Like in CHINATOWN, when Roman Polanski oh-so-effortlessly rips Jack Nicholson's nostril in two, or in that paragon of all that is right with the film world, GO, when Sarah Polley passes baby Aspirin off as X, encouraging the poser teenagers to "take a lot of pot with it.  I mean, like, A LOT of pot.  Like, a lot."  I get it.  I get the tendency to relate everything in your life to something you see onscreen, to take lessons away from film, to let its energy and the way it allows you to look at your own world affect you.  What I don't understand is my mother's endless quoting of DRUMLINE, which she apparently saw for the first time this weekend.  Our Saturday chat went something like this:

Me:  So, I'm really having a crisis here.  Should I have a bagel or cereal for breakfast?

Mom:  Oooohhh, good question.  It reminds me of that scene in DRUMLINE, when the girl tells the guy she's a Southern sister, and they don't do casual--

Me:  --Stop.  I get the point.  And you're right, I should go with cereal. 

Mom:  SNAP!

Me:  Please don't say snap.

Regardless, I think I will be suckered into watching said film, if only to interpret Mom's advice over the next few months.  And for those of you who asked me, I have opted for Kentucky instead of NYC for President's Day.  But the real good news of the day is that we are getting Chipotle for lunch!  That's right, the White Castle of Mexican food!  It's like that scene in DRUMLINE, when they really wanted a chicken fajita burrito with tomatillo-chili salsa...